Your arms stretched out,
the world that hurts,
has been embraced once more by you
and once more all the planet’s pain
was crushed against your breast,
and all the tears were kissed away,
but you can’t carry
all the burden on your own,
you need to rest and let it go, shrug
your shoulders, leave, as pins and knives
are penetrating through your back.
Now it is time for you.
I am having a fever , hope it isn’t showing in the poem lol