Your literary characters seem so full of grit and compassion and yet you tease us with this fragile reflection. M.True

And so goes the dilemma of many who seek identity, reach for it, grasp it, and inevitably let it go, thinking they've changed, when in fact, identity, like the cells of our body, go through the process of complete change and or replacement often. It's just the nature of our wiring. Fortunately for some of us, such discovery and acceptance allows self-identity to exist for its own sake and continue its ongoing process, finding way stations along the way for temporary respite and pondering, i.e., your carousel.

Is that "she" you? If not, like a carousel, the world goes round and round and where it stops is almost never until we do. Gets one thinking.

Ron

Ruan,

Many of us lose our identity and try to find our way back. Excellent poetry.

Love and blessings,
Linda

I pray she finds her way to stand back up on her feet. Know that God is good and watching over her.

Sandie :o)

Take what life gives you.

i pray she finds the way to be on her own carousel soon
budd

I hope Climbing begins soon.

Yep. I understand this, Ruan. It's a Catch 22.