My anchors, weighted cables compacted deep in the soil beneath the family tree
Are now surfaced.
Dislodged after years of stability,
panic strikes me
I try to breathe
it’s a weeping rasp
I gasp as every relationship in my life is recast
retold in the light of the disease.
Every motivation
conversation
effort I’ve made to cure
control
cause is exposed.
The futility assaults me.
I feel so alone
undone
lost
So much pain in this reorienting.
Where will I anchor? You’re my anchor, Lord.
