Carousel Of The Depths Poem by April Humason

My footing slipped beneath the day,
Like fragile thoughts that drift away.
The world began to twist and reel,
A carousel I could not feel.

Round and round my spirit spun,
Till light and dark became as one.
A dizzy heart, a breathless chest,
Pulled toward a deep, collapsing rest.

The music faded into cries,
Painted fear before my eyes.
Each spinning thought, a tightening chain,
A silent wheel of dread and pain.

But from the depths of spinning fear,
I lifted up a broken prayer:
'Lord, I'm falling — stay near me now.
I cannot stand — I don't know how.'

The turning slowed. The dark released.
The spiral began to lose its feast.
My feet found ground. My breath found sound.
His mercy wrapped itself around.

Now when the world begins to spin,
And depths grow loud beneath my skin,
I close my eyes and call His name —
And feel the stillness He reclaimed.