For this relief much thanks.

Can you feel how heavy that load had become?
As you lift it from my shoulders
Does it pull you down the way it had hung on me
Like a necklace of lead?
The hours
The days of it
Every minute soaking up more discontent
Until this moment when you shared it with me
And what was lead became cotton.

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