support yourself the way you would a friend care for yourself the way you would if someone else struggled and needed a hand-up reach for yourself and that soft inner voice trust that the love there is real.
under the heavy cloud of pressure perfection pointing fingers and that loud, loud voice that says you are not good enough you lack the skill you do not have what it takes i put up my umbrella of compassion and palm extended walk out into this rain.
stairs that are ever going upward are exhausting i must find a way to stop rest on this balcony if needed, step off only to float down back to the trees and what is real knowing the staircase in my mind is mine to change.
tiny drops of honey on my fingertips each leading to a strand of spider's silk each thread extending to a dream and the dreams revealing a truth and the hope it to bring this glistening thought back to you.
when you remembered all of the moments that mattered i bet none of them were spent scouring the kitchen floor so let that stuff go all of the vicious cycles of self-betrayals that kept you kneeling and rise up feeling the brilliance of your freedom and your inner-worth.
it doesn't matter what you're wearing it doesn't matter how much stuff you have or what you don't it doesn't matter where you grew up where you were born or where you ended up it doesn't matter if you took the long way or the short-- what does matter-- is the joy and happiness that you share with other people-- where do you find it ? where do you grow it ? where can you help it flow until it pours ?
i'm not going to wait until you're gone, to tell you i appreciate you i'm not going to wait to tell you i love you when the feeling's bursting at the seams i'm not going to withhold showing you i care there is nothing stopping me there is no other time than now there is nothing comparable to this we found each other for so many reasons.