Today I have been fire fighting
Damping down heated emotions
Trying to cool tempers
Fanned by mistrust and exasperation
Mopping up tears of misery
Treading the narrow path
Between not extinguishing all hope
and not giving false hope
It is almost too much

Life is changing again.....

This is a tree
Smothered in ivy
Suffocated by its creeping tendrils
You can still tell its a tree
and it looks green and healthy
But underneath, there is no air,
No room to breathe
And soon the tree will wither and die
And only the people that know the tree will notice
Sometimes, what looks like a support
Turns out to be a parasite