Grounded

I am the level headed one.

The calm, the steady.

I am the rock that keeps you from being washed away.

The foundation that keeps you from caving.

My heart is for you.

That you might be free from all of this.

I want to carry the weight for you.

I want to shelter you from the storm.

But I feel it too.

I waver as well.

My heart is just as capable of being swept away.

My soul has the same weakness that would let it fall.

Where is my rock?

My peace?

My firm foundation?

Even as I ask I know the answer.

My mind knows.

Yet my heart still questions.

Who will be strong for me?

You will.

If I let You.

I can let You.

If I could just relinquish the pieces of me that I clutch so tightly.

Trying so hard to be my own rock.

With my eyes shut tightly I imagine myself letting go.

I can almost see it.

Will it ever really happen?

Can I let go?

I must.

I must.

I must.