A Sonnet for Spinning Days

A poetic interlude that captures the emotions of today… and (maybe) the hope of tomorrow

When silence roars and steady ground betrays,
And vertigo unthreads the world I knew,
I brace against the storm that will not stay,
A tempest swirling in an inner blue.

The ringing rises like a phantom choir,
A shrill, unbidden hymn I never choose;
Yet still I stand, though balance may retire,
And vision tilt in unpredictable hues.

But in this chaos, stubborn hope remains—
A spark that dizziness cannot erase.
I learn to breathe between the strains,
To claim my footing in this shifting space.

Though Ménière’s bends the world with ruthless art,
It cannot break my humor or my heart.