Blow.

It’s that feeling of being kicked while you’re already down.
The blows keep coming.
If it’s not one thing, it’s another.
Can I just get one shred of good news?
Carrying so much on my shoulders right now.
Don’t even want pity.
Just want everyone and everything to be okay again.
I’ve been praying. Harder now than ever.
Don’t even know who or what I’m praying to.
Just hoping for answers.
For healing.
Have to be strong, for everyone, for me.
I’m the rock.
Even if I’m starting to crack, I can’t let anyone see it.
I promise I’ll keep fighting.