When the weight of the world is heavy and cold,
And the stories you’re told feel tattered and old.
When each breath is a battle, each step is a war,
And you’re too tired to fight anymore.

When the silence is louder than voices could be,
And shadows stretch longer than light lets you see.
When the stars seem too distant, the road far too long,
And you can’t find the strength to be strong.

Pause.
Not to surrender, but just to be still,
Let the storm rage and break on the curve of the hill.
You are not weak for needing to rest,
Even the weary deserve to be blessed.

Hold on, not because you must race to the end,
But because unseen, you are cradled by friends.
Because hope is a whisper, so quiet, so small,
Yet somehow, it catches and softens the fall.

You don’t have to climb, you don’t have to run,
Sometimes, just breathing is more than enough.
And when you can’t go on—when it’s too much to bear,
Know that love still surrounds you, it’s always been there.

💙