On those darkened mornings where lifting your head is more than you can bear.
On those days where the sun rises and cinders your brave defiance in its gaze.
On those evenings where civil tongue and level tone desert you to your shame.
In those wakeful hours where your flesh aches for the zero point four five kilograms that life exacts with metric precision.
You are fragile.
But you are still here.
And I will not let you fall.
Let me pour my words into the cracks of your heart.
Tomorrow is not yet set in stone.