Striving It seems futile to you, I know. The embers of hope are glowing dimmer cold seeping in, weariness overwhelming. If you stay on this path it looks like there's still so far to go; God knows I would carry you if only I could. Look me in the eye and listen. The faith you said you don't have? It's you. Faith in your own strength. You've fought this long held on tight until every inch of you aches. Weakness doesn't shoulder that doesn't bear that burden won't hold out and continue to hold on. I won't patronize you pretend to know the nuances of your struggle but you know that the bleakness is familiar to me. Can you see the shelter ahead? It might seem far off but it's there. My hand's here if you need it.
-Lisa Adamowicz Kless