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He breathed out a sob.
Heaved a little sigh, a soft one, he made sure.
It was all going to be fine.
Then cried a little more-
just a tiny bit, he promised himself.
Why was everything so hard?
The world looked fuzzy.
Nothing made sense, as much as he tried.
He had always tried,
He was; always trying.
But more often than not, he failed.
After a point it seemed futile.
Why try?
Why try in the first place if a failure is what you're going to be?
No. Trying was good. Everybody wouldn't always be saying it if it weren't.
You had to try, right?
But it was, incredibly hard.
Harder than what everybody had told him.
'You will fall' they said.
'You have to get back up' they said.
If only it were as easy. "getting back up"
'Keep trying.' they said.
Another tear trickled down.
He observed the darkness diffuse, on the hem of his shirt.
He observed keenly,
Watched the wetness disseminate, until
A pair of eyes, looked into his.
'It's alright' they seemed to say.
'It's okay to fall.
It's okay to try and fail.
It's okay to try again.
It's okay, for a moment, to stop trying.
It's alright, to let yourself break.
To start trying again when you feel stronger.
or, to let go completely.
to be easy on yourself.
To be kind to yourself.
To pause, stop. breathe. and stare. '
They looked at him, as if they held in them,
Nothing but love.
Asked nothing in return, for the love or trust.
As if to say,
He was loved, treasured, revered,
By the universe.
He was special.
And there would be someone by him,
through everything.
Not making it easier, necessarily.
But being by him anyway, while he tried.
To make, the process of trying;
a little less painful,
a little more peaceful.
And that, at least for now,
Would be enough.