Not The Usual Suspects

Some of the best support, some of the softest yet sturdiest shoulders and kindest gestures haven't come from those you would think or expect.  I often pull my strength and courage and will to be me and carry on from someone, something I can not see or hear or touch. Sometimes....most times those too close, judge, and press their fears onto already saddled shoulders. Out of the fire instilled within me to follow my path I am given rest from the heaviness for just a little bit from those who have nothing to gain or lose from me failing or succeeding.

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