My Tether

You’re here
You’re here,
holding my hand.

My body, my spirit ;
they’re polar opposites.

I’m stuck inside this grip,
or rather lack thereof.

You’re here, holding my hand.
You’re loving what’s left of a relic
what’s left of a statue.

My grip,
loosely held onto something intangible.

There are days that I do not know
if I’m really here.
Some days THIS doesn’t seem real.

I can, for a short time,
laugh it all away.
With you.

My body,
My spirit,
They’re an antithesis of symbiosis,
peace.

Some days I am more afraid than others.
You can see it, too.

You’re here.
You’re here, holding my hand tightly.
You’re keeping me anchored.
Other than Jesus, only you can.