Spiralling
a poem for when the inner voice gets loud
The inner voice can get loud sometimes.
Like a forceful wind gusting recklessly through the inner realms,
creating chaos within.
It conjures up narratives of destruction,
catastrophising everything on its path.
That voice,
that whirlwinding tornado that sends you into spirals so real you can almost see them materialise before your eyes.
The wind itself, this voice, is neutral by nature.
It’s narrative skewed by the storyteller, the creator.
Who said whirlwinds and chaos had to be negative?
To spiral is merely to live,
to journey through this life
through its ups and downs.
This whirlwind, this inner voice, is one that you get to craft and shape,
a narrative for which you,
the storyteller,
have full creative license.
Rachael Ball 2026 © The Hearthspace
