Strength

The weight. It's so heavy. I'm at a loss as to being impressed or concerned with my ability to bear it. What good could either do? It must be held, regardless. Regardless of the pain. Regardless of the fatigue. Regardless of the possibility in losing all that made me - well, me. If my grip starts to slip, or I decide to let this go. There will be so much of my story that I will never know.