My dear, your eyes are heavy and your heart seems too much to bear. Yet you inhale burden only to exhale hope, and whatever the matter may be, you do not speak of it. You maintain the toxins with poise to spare the blithe. Whatever may be pressing on your mind, you gracefully cage it inside.
You are admirable, my dear, but please share your millstone. The world was not placed around you to simply behold strength.
December Rose 
Leave a comment