I stand beside you, and it’s one of those days. The ones that we would call bad.
My feet are set firmly on the ground, and I appear to be as strong as ever. I keep my head high, but my spirits are low.
I’m grateful for all that was, but the glorious past does not give me hopes for the future.
The weakness that I feel now feels ominous – I can’t run away from it, I can’t abandon it, I don’t know how to take care of it.
Maybe you could help me out.
Spirit of Tara 