The Kind Stranger

The blue sky wavers
On top of my heavy brow
Weights push and press me

So small like a bead.
Shoulders bent low to support
the weight of the world.

A hand reaches out
I take it reluctantly.
My shoulders lifted.

Concentrated eyes
Look toward a kind stranger.
My worries set free.

“I thank you, kind sir”
I say gratefully to him.
The world left to fall.

I’ve no need for it.
Alone, the stranger and I
Free of worldly needs.

Running without feet.
Spirits soaring in the sky
Never to look back.

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