Pillars wiped out.
A grandparent. A friend.
A sibling taken from you too soon.
Childhood pillars knocked down.
A family rift. A conflict.
Separating you from people who were once your world.
Memories missing.
Connections to places, times, things.
No longer connected to the other person, its counterpart.
Anchors lost.
Holding you down to the earth.
Steadying you when the sea is harsh and tumultuous.
Person by person the pillars that held up my childhood are wiped away,
The inside jokes are left unanswered, the familiar laugh lost to time.
When I lose the last few people I have,
Will I simply float into space, untethered to the earth?
When the family I have made,
Who did not witness the child version of me,
Do not know of the stories that make me who I am.
Will the new family I have made of my own be enough,
To hold me here, when the last pillars of my childhood are gone.
When the pillars are wiped.
