When she feels weak,

from the pressure of trying

I try to remind her of her strength,

And ground her while she’s crying.

Her head?

Dizzy, trying to find the light in the dark.

Her eyes?

Blurry, crying makes it hard to see.

Her arms?

Heavy, with the weight of their emptiness.

Her hands?

Restless, staying busy trying to forget.

Her chest?

Weighed down, time is pressing.

Her heart?

Bruised, damaged from crushing hope.

Her legs?

Weak, from the effort of standing strong.

Her feet?

Numb, callused from walking rough roads.

Her heart is an open wound,

bleeding pain.

But, I won’t stop trying,

to dance with her in the rain.

Or maybe we’re just insane.

We try again.