When things get tough,

She cries a little.

….

Every single time, she contemplates it,

If it’s portraying her as weak,

Or is it okay to cry a bit?

What if it’s actually making her weaker?

What if her biggest fear is creeping it’s way out of the pit?

….

She holds herself, push back the tears,

But all her efforts aren’t worth,

All it takes is two words,

From someone, her presence who seeks,

And she lets two drops roll down her cheeks.

….

When things get tough,

She cries a little,

Then,

She buckles herself up,

In the end, only she gets a little tough.

….

Love ❤️