I will Feed You I see you struggle to make ends meet. I hear you cry in pain, scarred and battered. Shattered by disappointment you lay prone borken. I smell all the anxiety pouring out of you boring a river of gloom. I taste your fear as it jumps out of your chest and attempt to cut you down to nothing. I feel your roughed form deformed twisted into a million shapes as you try to fit into those tight spaces. Here let me feed you a bone broth of optimism - you have a future. No storm can get you here no drought shall find you dry empty. When your tears flow enough to drown ten thousand I will send out the rainbows to remind you of the promise. When you think your are empty you will be filled, nourished for life. I will remind you to keep going keep living keep being. I will be there when you reach far enough dig deep enough. I will be the gratitude that feeds your optimism.