finding your way through all the obstacles thrown your way, arms held out to brush back all the broken shattered boughs, windswept reeds, and flotsam which whip and lash at your body.
sometimes even with everything in your face with a full force, your strength lies in assessment, holding onto the hopes that it will all work out. everything will be resolved and be fine. you will get through this.
even though it doesn't always feel like it, every storm passes. and if you need the help, we're all right here parallel to your path. this struggle is not evergreen.
don't feel like you can't ask someone for help if you need aide; things are rough out here, and it's comforting that you're not in it all by your lonesome.