“Why are you dumping all this on me”

Why are you dumping all this on me,  
Like rain that falls too fast to flee?  
My hands are cupped, already brimming  
With chores and worries ever-swimming.  
Yet here you come, a storm of woes,  
Each thundercloud a tale you chose.

I see you sag beneath your care,  
The silent weight too much to bear;  
But friend, remember, hearts can tire—  
A single log will feed the fire,  
But pile up sorrow, log on log,  
And soon the blaze becomes a fog.

Perhaps you need a listening ear,  
But not a well to disappear.  
Let’s trade our burdens, one by one,  
A gentle swap beneath the sun.  
For though I’m here, my arms aren’t wide  
Enough to pull in every tide.

So tell me softly, piece by piece,  
And let compassion grant release.  
Don’t tip the sea—just show me streams—  
I’ll cup your grief between my dreams.  
Together, maybe we will find  
A lighter load, a gentler mind.

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