I’m still here because I’m still here

an answer to my therapist

My therapist keeps asking me how I carry the weight of my heavy heart without dropping it like a gallon of milk I’’m hauling down on an icy sidewalk.

How I wake up and move forward
when the past still clings to my heels?

How I don’t crumble under 
the gravity of all I’ve lost?

They want an answer. I struggle to find one that sums it all up in a nice …