A five year old me came to me, 

asking why. I told her I 

was part of an unbalanced load

struggling to get by. She hugged

my soul, the decisions and memories

we make are too much, too much, 

so we all scream at night, 

some silently and some 

in some obstinate “work”.

I told that girl I am there

in some other world and where

there is no pain, no hearts

to break. ‘Walk with me,” 

I said. And she shyly smiled. 

“I always walk with you.”