Cracks

Nothing is as it should be,

And I keep almost slipping through the cracks as the Earth shifts under me,

And I’m not sure where it will land or when it will stop, 

But the chaos and movement create a spring of fear inside of me, 

And I remember how human I am. 

How weak I am. 

How soft my flesh is and how hard life is as it scrapes against me. 

How vulnerable and powerless I am. 

Powerless to change the truth and powerless to stop the world as it keeps spinning. It keeps spinning even as the towers of my life turn to dust and I have no where else to run and hide. 

Still it spins. 

And in this open, desolate field I can see that still, you remain. 

And even as my world moves and shifts still you remain, the rock I cling to when everything has changed and nothing can stay the same. 

When I can’t go back to how it was and I don’t know my own name, still you remain. 

When I have nothing left to hold in front of me as protection, and home is a moving and changing place that doesn’t feel safe, and everyone’s face is changing to match the intentions in their brain, still you remain the same.