I always say there are moments
where everything weighs on you.
often all at once,
and other times little by little.
There you are,
half broken,
trying to stay on your feet
as best you can.
quietly.
without showing much. Without saying what's happening.
until someone
sees you.
or hears you.
or touches your shoulder like someone who doesn't know what to say
but still says something.
With their support, it's not like the world suddenly improves,
but it moves differently.
the pain is shared,
the darkness
can't stay the same
when there's another voice nearby.
Sometimes that helping hand doesn't offer you solutions,
but they're there to share your hardship,
and that, even if it doesn't seem like much,
changes everything.
There are paths
that, yes, you can walk alone,
but they become lighter
when someone accompanies you,
even if it's just by your side,
even if they don't speak.
and that gives you strength,
but not the typical kind. Not that superhero strength,
it's the strength of knowing
that it's not just you
against the world.
That there's someone holding you for a while
while you remember what it was like to walk.
And suddenly,
what seemed impossible
isn't so impossible anymore.
Obviously, it's not because everything has changed,
it's because you're no longer carrying it alone.
And with that,
you're able to keep going. All thanks to a helping hand.
