letters and lattes

We are weary souls
Carrying the weight of a weary world
Crushed by the task
Doubled over and going under. 

Trying to come up for air
When another wave pulls us under
Lapping lost in the vast sea
Unsure of the horizon
Surrendering to the dark
To the depths
To the possibility of nothing. 

Drained to the point of depletion
Empty.
A hollow vessel
Moving absently in the world
Set on course
But lost.

How to turn again
And find what makes us sing
'A weary world rejoices'
When no new morning is breaking
When we no longer care for being strong
When the world is asking 'how?'
And our soul screams 'how much longer?'

The questions are left unanswered
When we've been asking the wrong ones
We wrestle with our weary
Wanting for it to end - - 
And yet,
we endure.

Stretched an inch too far
And almost torn apart
Our patchwork heart 
Doubling in size
Awoken to a new compassion
Which might be brave enough
To weep. 

And yet, we endure
And weep.

We are held, healing, hoping - 
We are both strong and 
Depleted.

Author's Note: Originally published on Instagram by Steph Van Rossen, 2023 (Instagram: @lettersxlattes).