Let me hold

It is not fair of me

to expect of you

to take care of me

You carry your own load

heavy

Let me lend you a hand

instead

Paradox

Running, like writing

is effortful,

yet addictive

Out of the door

Loneliness tries to get me

But then I ask why

There is still ground beneath my feet

I am seen by the sun

I am loved by the sky