Navigating the Unknowns

Heading down the road to parts unknown,

don’t know how to get from here to there

never have I felt so all-alone

heading down this path to who-knows-where?

I would never leave you in the dust

knowing there are dangers everywhere–

you give away your heart, invest your trust,

and hope this broken mess can be repaired.

How do we go on when all feels lost,

when our infrastructure crumbles to the ground;

how much can you take and what’s the cost?

How much more until you can’t rebound?

Too late for us to live our lives unscathed,

 I look into your face and find my faith.

© Ginny Brannan 2019

With life in limbo and mind is stuck in overtime, I often just need to write my way through, and while it may not make sense to anyone else, it makes sense to me. I admire and look up to my husband. Through his seemingly endless hospitalizations he has never lost his faith. I, on the other hand, struggle to find mine, especially when nothing seems fair, and I cannot "FIX" this. 

In the Interim

I’m still here, reading between the lines—

pondering all hopes and dreams,

while stuck in these confines;

fearing what’s unknown to me

and what is yet to be—

the many things that march on by

and what I hope to see.

Oh!  All those hours that I’ve spent, 

trying to get from here to there…

waiting for the sun to break,

the storm to pass, the clouds to part

I wallow in this in-between

stuck in this empty shell…

grappling for stability,

I live my life vicariously,

in this limbo I'm assigned—

 observing others pass on by,

  I read between the lines.

© Ginny Brannan 2019