Supporting (ranting)

Sometimes support is simply lending space to those feeling so packed within.

How tiring is it, love?
Rather,
In a way so much,
Yet someday it would feel like
"Yay! I did my best in their worst time!"

I’ve seen cats hanging almost falling with no hope of being safe; I catch them with love although then they sprint away, leaving no trace, no smile, just a look full with suspicion as if saying “why did you help me, stupid?!”

😁

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