There are spots in our gardens that sink from the weight of the word known as heroic.

That touch the power of loneliness in being strong.

Remember the uncertainty caused by weakness standing in the same room as bravery.

Switch into smiles so as not to ruin courage basking in the light of moments. 

Breathe in the burden of helping elsewhere and not being real in needing support.

And write paragraphs about it.

Because while heroic’s artistry looks right on the surface, the inside says what it wants too anyways.

Conversations about messy lists that go on and on. 

Talk trickling down like the tears from the label of sadness.

Whispers building connection with other murmurs.

Speeches about what’s rejectable.

Comments about what is relevant.

And even other stuff calling for bravery’s name to be pushed to the side.

Because while heroic’s artistry looks like a yes, all the time, that isn’t how that companionship is packed within us. 

Rolled along every time.

Agreed with, in all moments.

Operating in the heart.

Hearing other stories.

Made into flowers. 

And fixed in colors.

Because while heroic’s artistry looks good amongst the details, it doesn’t guarantee where it stays.

Promise that there won’t be more conflicts.

Engage with reasons to dream.

Erase fear or sadness.

Assure success in feeling valued.

Commit to happiness.

And joke about anger’s live performances.

Because while heroic’s artistry looks like it just rules in the upheaval, it can also make changes where gentle is the way.

There’s nothing quite like heroic when it feels right but then there’s nothing quite like it when we follow that belief away from seeing it in survival, the quiet and needing support. 

When the sometime warrior in us doesn’t recognize that we deserve to be rallied for as well.

And when strong does everything it thinks it should but still doesn’t know how to love us in the weeds. 

For if we do a color check, heroic may settle into colors we like however it also isn’t shy about breaking down into some of the bluest of blues.

Have the best day, POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell