Your cross is yours
Mine is my own
They are no less challenging than
Anyone else's
They are grueling
At times I wonder if I can bear the weight
It is crushing
I have to fight for every breath
It is a labor of love
One that I wish I didn't
Have to carry
Do you watch your steps
Littered with your sweat
Slippery because of your tears?
I do
So never look at my cross
Thinking I am more than you
I never look at yours that way
I think to myself what a strong woman
And I press myself to go on
You encourage me
You model grace under wrath
A Spring squall may rise
But you are not shaken
A hurricane may land
But we are not uprooted
I appreciate you
You inspire me
Sto, Steti, Statum
-sj
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