Tell me everything,

Give to me your burdens

That I heard about from

Someone else.

An invitation ushered

Through panicked lips.

Callouses form and break,

Lines form under

Continued weight.

Second to work,

Second to dinner.

First to help,

First to crumble.

Rest, my friends,

For I do not mind

Being placed in the drawer

When the shelf

became too crowded.

Shelter in the fact that

Regardless of my

Position in the field,

I will come with open arms

And a burdened heart.