Linger, crazy, tipping slowly.
Cringe callously, kooky. Keep
Sinking slowly. Languid help.
North is pointing upside down.
You frown so silently.
So funky. So sleepy.
Deeply, I feel you creeping
Up my leg, gracefully.
Angel tipping toward my home,
Come down to be with me.
Lips shine glossy, silky.
Legs long, capture my attention.
Cringing inside,
I know it’s all wrong.
I’m inside out, and falling daily.
My roots are where I need to go,
To find an answer for my soul.
God is waiting behind that door,
To bless my life with joy and peace.
It sounds so easy.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 
Love how the poem seems to “stumble” at first before the clarity of the ending stanza.
Thank you. I’m good at stumbling. 😜 I appreciate the read and comment. Come back soon.