I’d been knocked off my axis

The collective illness ( I dare not say it’s name)

Has an evil streak

And I’d gotten caught in it’s net

“Separated from my joy”

As noted by Charlene, my energy massage person

As she held points, like at my elbow

Realigning what was missing

And in holding my hand

She felt the physic travail of where I’d been,

And she didn’t let go.

The miracle of the witness,

Just to have someone else truly know

Makes it possible to come back.