Rough seas

There is a place in the dark where you want there to be answers. The questions feel so big that it can't be safe to just let them roll around loose, right? They need anchors to hold them down.
I'm grasping today. I'm looking for anchors strong enough to hold down the uncertainties. I need to know that while we ride this storm the unknowns are tied and safe and when the wind dies down everything will be damp and more rounded than before but essentially ok.
Is love enough of an anchor? Is hope? Confidence is far too fragile and patience is nearly worn through.
I'll tie off on dreams of a better time and see how it goes. One wave at a time.