I read in your handwriting, the twists and turns of your mind,  writing words of courage and strength, unsure and scared.

I feel in your presence, fatigue with the world, defeated by the search for respite, you can’t seem to find.

I see in your distant look, ghosts you don’t acknowledge, longing you don’t admit, loneliness you deny.

I hear in your words, grief and loss you struggle with, hopelessness you can’t beat, sadness that overwhelms.

Yet, in your gait there is grit, in your eyes there is light, in your smile there is faith and I hope you’ll be fine.