May There Be Angels Beneath The Support Beams of My House

Submitted by Delaine   Chaos.    The external components of my life keep shifting…giving way…breaking.    In my mind’s eye I see the support beams of a house built over water, cracking…adjusting…dangling.  Yet I know, I know that that house is ME: my bones, my soul, my reality.    My muscles tense with anger.  I’m [...]