Even I cry Sometimes

Life in itself is a burden.
No one is immune to it.

When the burden is too great to hold,
we share.

When life has given us no one to share with,
we cry.

When someone hears us cry,
it’s too late to find words to explain.

The burden has been transferred.

In not understanding the tears of another,
they cry as well,
adding to the weight.

There is, at times, only comfort
in knowing
no one cries alone.

Though I do.
Sometimes.