this weight
this weight Hope is the hardest love we carry. —Jane Hirshfield yet I shoulder it, every day try not to let go when torn away, I insist it come back hope is not simple or for the weak it takes stalwart steadfast defying what is carry that grief look for good in each breath— lantana's riot bloom fledgling’s tentative flight
Hopelessly hopeful,
we resist alternatives.
To have and to hold.
You read my heart. 💗