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.
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.
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