I am a human snow globe.
To be more precise, I am not the globe, but the snow inside.
Most of my life I have been one of the immovable buildings stuck to the bottom of a snow globe. The flurries chaotically dance all around me, and I stand fixed and defiant--like a loud, mouthy port in the storm.
Major life upheavals are met with me saying, "I will hold all you together!" and "Then I will feed you pie!!"
But a new chapter has opened, and I can't tell which way is up. I'm being tossed and shaken about and clinging to mundane tasks to ease the pain of not knowing which way is up.
I am the snow in the globe. Shifted and shaken.
This chapter was a surprise and I am drifting.