057. At Least You Tried

“I am broken,” I said,

“can you fix me?”

“I cannot,” she said, 

“You are beyond repair.”

“It’s okay. At least you tried.”

“I have fallen,” I said,

“can you lift me?”

“I cannot,” she said, 

“You are too heavy.”

“It’s okay. At least you tried.”

“I am burnt out,” I said,

“can you reignite me?”

“I cannot,” she said, 

“You are not flammable.”

“It’s okay. At least you tried.”

“I am dying,” I said,

“can you revive me?”

“I cannot,” she said, “

not without sacrifice.”

“It’s okay. At least you tried...”

“I am drowning,” I said,

“can you save me?”

“I cannot.” she said, 

but said nothing else.

“...But why not?”

“Because,” she replied, 

“what will you have gained

if I drowned in your stead,

if I am all you have left?”

“It’s okay,” I cried.

“At least you tried.”