Spirals

[brynmawr1]

I kept running up
or was I falling through?
The stairs turned to vapor,
yet the chasm never grew.

I buried my joy
in a well that breathed dust.
It coughed once at midnight,
then sealed itself shut.

I’m tethered to sky,
yet stitched through the floor—
the clouds feed me silence,
and the dirt wanted more.   yet or but

I swam through mirrors,
each ripple a wound.
I drowned in the silver
yet wasn’t consumed.

I never asked for a crown,
but it bloomed from my skin.
Thorns curled like questions
and anointed me within.    very biblical allusions, but not sure how it ties in. 'I became anointed within'

I was meant to be motion,
but they pinned me with names.
Hung words on my shoulders
and called them my shame.    then

I long to be adjective
a color, a phase.    phrase? but then all are different things, then the narrator comes back to grammar.  maybe keep it intellectually consistent.
But I live as a noun,
stagnant beneath days.   good slant rhyme

They dressed me in gold,
then laughed in brown.
As if rust was a joke
and not a burial gown   one of my favorite stanzas,  it's really good IMO.

What is a spiral,
but a mere circle breaking down?  Sorry, but this ending is meaningless to me.  could say 'but a broken circle'  fewer words.

There is some good imagery here and some of the stanzas really stand out.  But the poem reads like a riddle I have no chance to solve.  Just one person's opinion.
take care,
bryn