Lean on me.

“Give it to me” I heard the wind whisper.

You were never meant to carry it all independently.

“It’s okay to be tired sometimes” said the sound of my feet on the earth.

“Your heart feels heavy today, stop and take a rest” offered the trees.

So, I did.

Leaned up against a mighty oak.

I put it all down as I took a deep breath.

“There's no need to be a warrior here. You are not in this alone."

Write your worries on the leaves.

Let your soul cry into the soil.

The Sun will keep you warm.

The air will fill your spirit with all the love you’ll ever need.

You aren’t lost at all,

You are already home.