I carried her pain like a sack of grain.

A hand-off of sorts.

Like in a football game.

I carried her pain like my favorite meal.

Refusing to eat.

So that she could heal.

I carried her pain like a child, newly born.

And protected it.

From those who sought harm.

I carried her pain like a precious stone.

And allowed you to see it.

But it stayed here at home.

I carried her pain like the last food you’ll see.

And when she’s ready to dine.

She’ll take it from me.

I carried her pain till I could walk no more.

To the edge of the ocean.

Where I collapsed on the shore.

I carried her pain.

I carried her pain.

I carried her pain!

And when she’s better.

It will float away… as gently as a feather.