“You can put down your load,” God says.
“I can’t,” I say.
“This is not how you were meant to live,” God says.
“I can’t,” I say.
“You can’t or you won’t?” God asks.
“I no longer know how,” I say.
“Do you want help?” God asks.
© Meisaan Chan
The load
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