“Sharing”

Sitting across from you,

I get the bird’s eye view,

of how little things wear you down.

 

So many times,

quotidian grinds,

permanently furrow your brow.

 

I reach for your hand,

perhaps understand,

why you never find some relief.

 

You pull away,

try to save face,

and spare me insufferable grief.

 

You carry it hard,

it fills up your heart.

you leave no room for reprieve.

 

Your daily landscape,

a deadly earthquake.

Coming apart at the seams.

 

I wish I could take,

all you forsake,

simply to lighten your load.

 

A nightmare that’s shared,

leaves one less impaired,

and more able to give it a go.