Bound by blood,

by suffering,

we stitch ourselves together.

They’ve tired of us,

I’ve tired of you,

and you of me too—

only so much weight

one heart can hold.

But still,

me

and you,

we’ll walk the fraying line,

threadbare but together,

as long as we remain.

No one sees

the quiet fire,

the untold courage

it takes to stay.

No one knows

we’re brave.