To be held

At some point when you are tired of being strong, when you are totally burnout; emotionally and physically exhausted, all that matters for the silent scream and the silent cry of your heart in the wilderness is a shoulder to lean on, a chest to lay on. To be comforted, to be embraced. To be mentally and soulfully naked and open. To shed of the shield of strength and to be vulnerable. To demonstrate your fragile self. Sometimes, at the end of the day, all that matters is to be held by someone no matter how strong you are.

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