Leaning on her Shoulder

What is she to me?

She is the one thing that keeps me together

She walks with me

 Hand on my shoulder though the struggle

Permanently planted, shielding me from despair

Her light luminous

If I fail

If I lose

If I cry

She gives me the win

The pass

A tissue to dry my tears

She’s makes my life

My reason to survive

Though the strife she will lift me with her undying belief in the world

She is Hope