What is the invisible support propping up your feet,
When days grow long and bitter,
In a series of defeats?
What shields you through the fire and the rain,
Mitigating inner turmoil
Softening the sharpest pain?
Is it the voice of someone benevolent and dear
Placing arms around shoulders
Calming down your rising fears?
Is it the motivating gift of life pursuit,
Engaged in what matters most
All self-doubt to refute?
Cling tightly to those strong, reinforcing stays
Hold them in your best esteem
As they uphold you on your way.
The Therapy of Words 