The hustle and bustle, a balancing act Mustering strength to carry it all Holding more than anyone should Take this, take that Over here, over there Everyone counted on her strength and grace Not seeing her crumble beneath it all Never noticing her graceful façade slowly fading No one drew near enough to see her weary soul Until one day, one single glance pierced through her walls With a crash, it all came tumbling down She no longer had the strength to hide She lay there for a while, beneath the mess of it all Waiting for something – but for what or for who? Would someone come and tell her what to do? She lay there for a while, feeling bone tired from it all And there in that moment, it occurred to her The person she needed was right there with her She needed to learn to trust herself But she no longer knew who that was So, as she lay underneath the mess of it all, she gave herself permission to take the time to figure that out. She gave herself permission to slow down, to take the time to listen to her body, to figure out what made her heart leap and what made it sink. She knew it wouldn’t be easy. But the important things never are.