We Are All So Good at Smiling

by Amber McBride

Sadness can seep into anything, even trees especially the weeds—perhaps (even) a soul.

No one ever tells you that Sorrow doesn’t grab you by the throat. It opens the door, offers a warm fire, says—Have some candy.

Remember you don’t have to be brave, you lived, you are (both) already bravery itself.

Do you understand now (reader)? There is someone out there rooting for you. You are not alone, in any Forest. You there, hello, bonjour, hola— we are rooting, cheering for you to live & thrive.