Be strong, oh weathered anchor Of a mind adrift at sea Hold firm this home on murky depths As familiar waves lap hungrily
Cry not, oh weathered anchor Of a mind adrift at sea As glimpses of a life once known Ebbs and morphs deviously
Fear not, oh weathered anchor Of a mind adrift at sea The fight to grasp what once was known Tattered image drips menacingly
Let go, dear weathered anchor Of this mind adrift at sea Slip gently asunder the past now lost Unbound from memories, floating free.
The heartbreak of dementia. While the unencumbered drift of the failing mind is painful for those left behind, The alternative limbo of floating between the known and unknown seems devastating. Open to other thoughts though...