world

 In my reality

The dream

Still lives

Even as

My sensitivity

Is heightened 

To the plight of

Others

You all 

Told me

Change was hard

Didn’t listen

Naïveté is gone

But hope

Is the constant

Must now

Be a light

In my own

World

wind

 The rains came

Didn’t stop

Wind snapped trees

Like paper clips

Rubber banded

And coiled

Tighter than

This girl’s 

Anxiety

What would follow

Is seven days

Without power

And a psyche

Seeking a lifeline

Life

 I don’t know how I will write going forward. I’m not the same. I read and reread your words as they were a lifeline. Helene which is my mother’s name by the way, fundamentally altered me. When I asked God to go give me a story, this is not what I had in mind. 

One of you told me what I want didn’t matter, and over the past seven days I’ve done what I thought impossible. I hope to be able to put into words what God can do in seven days, but for right now, I leave you with this. 

Please continue to love, be hopeful and trust. 

Thank you for pouring into a vessel flailing in uncertainty. 

Hallelujah

 Power is back. 

Okay

 I’m okay. Honestly I’m trying to stay grateful. I’m trying to stay hopeful. I can’t never thank you enough enough. Love you

Peace

 Thy peace 

Be with me

As I navigate 

The unknown path 

I currently 

See

Yes

 I have to get back to writing. My anxiety feels like a merry go round. I’m trying to fix things I can’t control. Loss of a flushable toilet is my biggest concern.  I’ve ruined more clothes than I know. Disability people get it. Anything you send me is much appreciated, but if you’re able send gifts to people who need it. You’re boosting my mental state, but you could help someone not go hungry. 

Love you.