It takes strength to look inside,
To figure your stand—
Your war, your battles,
And to surrender.

To understand that pain—
No matter the site,
The origin,
The type—
Still stings the same
When the world moves on without you.

To see you're the only one held back,
While life goes on like nothing cracked.
Your agony?
Whoosh—
Gone with the wind
Of other people's better days.

But it takes a hero—
A Hugo for you—
To know:
This is your fight alone.

That moving forward
Doesn’t always mean healing.
That sometimes,
Standing still
Is surviving.