things taste strange
There's a weight on my soul you'd think
I would be used to this by now
You've seen me at vulnerable
my pain obvious but only because
you're good at observation
It's a quality I admire and admit
to being a bit envious
I'm pushing through like I always do
sometimes I step backwards
There's not always forward progress
I put up this steady upward climb
Pressured to keep moving
by every person I've ever talked to
at least by people I've let in
There isn't that expectation any more
You validate where I'm at right now
even if it isn't perfect
when things are getting extra complicated
times when I really can't keep climbing
I just have to sit the fuck down
For a small stretch of time I can just be
it is a beautiful thing
for this I am so grateful
any thanks feels inadequate
so I humbly state my appreciation
