You are who are pretending to be okay when you are hurting inside and barely holding on to the little you have, I see your struggle.
You who are continuing to pour out to others even though your heart longs to be poured into, I hear your cries.
You who are showing up despite wanting to quit, I honor your sacrifice.
I see you. I hear you. I honor you.
A creative writing piece from my creative writing and poetry blog.