slipping

the issues are not being skirted anymore and words have been said and plans have been made and i am sinking and slipping and i don't think that i want to claw for higher ground, i won't reach out for an anchor to keep me from being completely enveloped in a place that will be warm and safe and perfectly what i have always wanted for so long, so long, but given at such a cost. always believed, perhaps foolishly, this would happen.