I’m afraid of the ice,

like a perpetual hail storm,

it seems raw and threatening.

My damage control

Is seemingly absent.

My anxiety is pooling on the roof.

I wish I could find my footing,

confidence.

I hope someone might reach me,

to help me off the roof 

and find the ground again. 

Need to plant my feet,

withstand the changing winds,

know the strength one might have

makes a difference in a day.

I lost a part of myself this week,

seems the hail has melted away my peace.