Sometimes
The world seems to spin off its axis
Crazy, out of control
And I can’t get a handle on it,
I don’t know how to deal
With the resulting riptide
Or the rising tsunami
Which threatens to overwhelm
Everything.

I feel so small.

And I call out,
I reach and cry for you
Pull you close like a shield
Tight like a blanket
And trust
That – as I feel you closing ranks around me
Grip your hands for reassurance
Hear your words of comfort
Carried on a whisper over the
Deafening threat of life –
The collective strength of you,
My Tribe,
Will be enough
To see me through another day.

What would I do without you?