Breaking the next ceiling

I only know how to give - halfway...

I take here and there, just to feel less empty.

I don't know how to ask for help, or sit long enough to accept it.

So I keep running, holding my breath,

trying to fix myself on my own.

A brief, discursive and reflective poem on life, catalysing intensive growth in the first half of 2025.

~ HYS

Hope x Gloom Lighter