She drank the poison soul to fly —
Habitual in parity —
She yielded to another try,
Only to find disparity —

She then refused to give up ground.
With no one to rely on,
She saw, at last, the home she’d found
Was just a hill

To die on

Sometimes, often the worst times, all you can do is be there.

Times when there are no magic words or secret techniques that make everything suddenly better. You are just… there. Because that’s all there is.

Some things can’t be stopped, slowed, and or even marginally delayed. They can only be endured.

And when that’s happening to someone you love, all that’s left, all you really can do, is be there.