Scream for the quiet

She made mistakes once or twice and more. I have a world of chances because the world hasn't given her enough. 

She would question, I wouldn't have any answer. In fact, I seem to had more. 

I hurt for her but I also dream for her everyday.

She makes me want to pray. She keeps my faith alive.

There are days when I am angry. I am angry because she is weak. I am angry because she is sad. I am angry because she is selfish. Afterwards, I feel more anger towards myself for being the weaker one.

I feel her frustrations everyday. 

She tells me not to be too serious about it. It turns out, she is indeed strong. Maybe even stronger than I am and more than I claim to be.

People tell me to let her go and trust her she can do more. I become scared and I cry just with the thought of it. 

Maybe I will, in time. For now, I have your back. Let me.