The Exchange

I took some of your burden.

To create a space to place myself.
To create a space for me to breathe
To place my late night fears

But you overflowed
I couldn’t keep up

Too many
Too much

Too few

Fair exchange is no robbery

But this wasn’t fair.
There was no exchange.
I carried yours, theirs, hers, his and mine

I toppled and balanced everyone but me.
I stumbled and still held tight to yours, theirs, hers and his

But the price of exchanging mine was too high

Robbed of relief


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