There’s a Storm on the Horizon

There’s a storm on the horizon.

For a while now I’ve sat on the shore and watched as it rumbled in the distance.  On occasion, when my attention wandered, it would send out a timely bolt from the blue to remind me it was still there and not to be ignored.

There’s a storm on the horizon.

I made a promise to myself that no longer would I perish amongst someone else’s chaos, I’d lived that life for too many years and became totally lost, just another piece of burnt debris.  Crawling from the ashes I’ve built a life, a calm sanctuary where I can sit peacefully.

There’s a storm on the horizon .. and it’s advancing closer.

Do I run, or stay and fight?  This time there is no running from it.  To fight would  activate my armour, that wall of steel that wraps my heart and keeps me safe.  I need my heart, I need to be kind and gentle for this isn’t my storm but it will hit me with force.  I can’t outrun it and I can’t defeat it – when the storm hits and pulls me off my feet I need to breathe between the waves.

image by Sonya Aneta Ivanova

 

There’s a storm on the horizon .. like all devastating storms this one has a name – Dementia.

There’s a storm heading for shore .. my Mum has dementia