Will you die for me……
Would you live for me
Sometimes dying for someone is not the sacrifice
It’s being alive
It’s being the anchor that keeps them grounded
The stitch that holds all the pieces together
Staying by their side as they run the race
Calling to them to keep going
When they’re about to give up
When their knees lock together and they stumble
It’s in looking down at the crumpled mess they are
Without judgment or insults
It’s in the offered hand of help
And the constant mutters of “Get up”s
Dying means they loose you
Living means they have you
Despite whatever might be currently going wrong
It means you can be the glue that holds every part together
The good and the bad
And no matter what’s happening
You are their gravity
Will you live for me?
Will you let me live for you?
The savior asks?