They look at her, tired, rugged, worn down.
All she knows is that she has persevered.
They put expectation on her…
” You should ask for help when you need it, I’m here.”
They don’t see that history has unfortunately left its’ mark on her already.
No one has ever truly been there.
Words are easier than actions.
Offers made. Never execution.
Promises broken. Always the best of intention.
In the slightest breath of weakness, vultures will seize.
She no longer knows how to cry it out.
She sweats it out.
She’s got it.