U n r a v e l

Strenght was measured by the

weight

one could carry

the heavier the burden

the greater the worth-

or so it seemed

Filling the arms with

Anatomical heart
Dreams Expectations Failures

Thinking

asking for another hand could make one worth less.

Ask for help Then what am I good for? Reach out Don't bother them Seek guidance Then I'm not strong enough You don't have to be perfect If I'm not, I'm letting everyone down Trust someone What if I disappoint them?
The steps grew slower
The road grew steeper.
The load made every step heavier.
Still, the hand refused to let go;
fearing that setting even one burden down
would unravel every quiet proof of strength.
Then came stillness The sky offered no judgment for empty hands. The earth did not split beneath lighter footsteps.
Reaching hands Holding hands
Another hand reached forward, not to steal the journey, but to share the weight.
The road stayed steep. The burden was still there. But yet somehow, The next step felt lighter.