My Ways...

I would give you a shoulder to lean on
If I believe that afterwards you'd be strong
I would wipe your tears
Knowing that a smile would follow
I would walk the rough path with you
Knowing that soon you'd learn to walk alone, too
I would hold your hand and say soothing words
If I believe that it would give everlasting courage

But -
If I do not give you my shoulder anymore
If I simply let you cry
If you do not find me with you on the rough path
If I leave your hand and you no more hear my words
If all of a sudden you notice change in my attitude
Please do not feel that I care any less,
I am simply trying an alternate way to make you strong.

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Books by Arti Honrao

Depression is REAL

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