the weight we carry
We carry each other—
not always in the ways we plan,
not always with hands
but with hearts,
with words,
with a quiet presence in the hardest of moments.
A photo shared,
a promise made,
“I will do whatever it takes to get you there.”
But promises go both ways—
It is not only the strong who carry the burden.
Sometimes it’s the weary
who guide us through storms.
On the climb,
the mountain looms,
its air thin,
its path unforgiving.
We stumble, falter, fall—
but we rise again
because someone is always there
to steady us.
There are days when the weight is too great,
when bodies give way,
when strength runs dry.
And that’s when we lean on others—
the unexpected hands
that step in when we think all is lost.
Friendship is not in reaching the summit alone,
but in the shared journey:
the quiet sacrifices,
the whispered encouragement,
the understanding glance
that says,
I see you. I’m with you.
It is knowing that even when we part ways,
even when the path splits,
the bond remains—
etched in the stone of memory,
woven into every step we take forward.
And when we reach the top—
however we get there—
we know the climb was never just ours to make.
We carried each other.
We always will.