It kills me softly, this knowing ache,
Her world feels fragile, like it just might break.
She walks through storms, her head held high,
While I watch helpless, heart askew, nearby.
I see her struggle, her quiet fight,
A spark in shadows, a flame in the night.
I long to lift her, to ease her load,
To pave her path, to smooth her road.
But trust must bloom where doubt resides,
A battle rages on both sides.
For she is strong, though burdened so,
And I must trust the seeds she’ll grow.
Yet my restless mind won't let me sleep,
It spins and spirals, tunnels deep.
What if she falters, what if she falls?
What if she needs me and never calls?
The silence screams, my thoughts take flight,
Waging wars in the dead of night.
I dream of saving, of holding close,
Of fixing wounds that only she knows.
But love is patient, though patience burns,
And faith in her is what she earns.
So I will wait, though it tears me apart,
Trusting her strength, though it tests my heart.
Still, the urge to save won't die away,
It's a whisper that haunts me every day.
Yet I'll stand steady, her rock, her shield,
Until the weight she carries is healed.
A struggle ive been dealing with lately