wading in and through my life leaving the heavy
tracks
of someone else's dread.
tripping me,
tipping my balance
using me up
weighing me down
Nightmare phantoms born
of habits of hopelessness
loom and terrify
relentless mirages
transfixing you
and I watch
transfixed
and helpless
chasing the shadow of your dwindling self
quicksand muffling life
making a meal of misery
my hopefulness is insufficient
for the onslaught.
miasmic cloudy mud of false fears
fraught with unexpected waves
cross-currents of despair.
The wash and pull of your mood
knocks me off-kilter
me
trying to keep my chin up.
And yours.
A hand held is not enough
a gentle touch too heavy
loving voices switched to mute by lifelong whispering fears.
How casually and easily a small life can be blighted
How very hard to heal the damage done
Love waits with bated breath
and arms held out
and up
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