Support

It comes in all shapes and sizes. 

In colors of violent brilliancy

and whispers as quiet as the night.

It comes at times when it's needed

and at others when you already feel right.

It is more than words, yet it is the easiest thing to give.

No ribbon or bow is required to pass it on to one another.

From friend to friend, lover to lover,

child to mother, stranger to his brother. 

She said," Wait for me."

I said, "How long?"

She said, "Did you see that?"

I asked, "Again?"

She said, "Come play with me."

I was no longer there to answer.

Sometimes the time will trick you.

It will stand still and convince you that you're moving.

You feel as though you've moved ten thousand paces when in reality you took one step back and have only set yourself behind.

Behind the place you've dreamed off and into a day that you never did.

You never noticed this back sliding because the ones around you aren't those who love you and they probably never did.

If and when you look up from the bottom of the hole,

remember at least that you didn't get there on your own.

So while you vow to not stay there

because in your heart you know you're good

look around for those who will help you and then be cautious of the wind.

Do not let them blow you from to and fro

to not let them tell you only the things they know.

Listen patiently and intently,

but then be true to the ever growing voice inside of you.

When it is time to leave, you'll know it 

because the whole journey is about you growing.