“Wheel of Fortune”/“Still I rise..

Holding on

"Wheel of Fortune"
By AnnaRosa

Stuck in a whirlpool, spinning each day,

I reach for the dawn but drift the same way.

I want—I wish—but nothing ignites,

Just shadows and echoes, the absence of light.
Love hides in corners, truth in disguise,

I speak from the soul, but they avert their eyes.

My hand extends, trembling with hope,

Yearning for guidance, a way just to cope.
I’ve fallen far, I’ve known the ache,

Of dreams left barren, hearts that break.

Yet I’ve seen better days, survived the worst—

A thirst for more, but trapped in thirst.
Tunnel vision—narrow, dim—
Is there light beyond this rim?

I can’t give up, though silence is loud;

I walk unseen beneath the crowd.
The want is there—but action slips,

Like sand through time-worn fingertips.

So tell me, stars, winds overhead,

Why do my dreams lie still instead?
Wheels in the sky, it’s you I implore,

Turn once for me—open a door.

Wheel of Fortune, feel my cry,

Lift me again, help me fly.
The chariot waits beyond the storm—

A place where hearts and hopes are warm.

So push me, pull me, guide me through—

I’m reaching out… I still believe in you








“Still I Rise Through the Storm”
By AnnaRosa


Each day I spin inside the storm,

Pulled by winds that have no form.

I reach, I try, but fall the same,

Caught in cycles without a name.
Desire burns, but never grows,

It flickers dim where no one knows.

Yet deep within, beneath the ache,

A sleeping strength begins to wake.
I’ve stumbled hard, I’ve known the fall,

I’ve tasted silence, faced the wall.

But in my bones, a whisper starts—

That hope still lives in broken hearts.
I've seen the dark, I’ve lived the pain,

But storms don’t last, they pass like rain.

And even here, where I feel small,

There’s still a voice that dares to call.
So I keep walking, slow but true,

Through doubt and dusk toward skies of blue.

The wheel will turn, the night will end—

And I will rise. And I will mend.