The striations on my back

Carved like footholds

Are there for you. 

I will carry you,

If you ask me. 

My arms will stretch to all lengths 

To reach for what you desire. 

Worn and flaccid 

My body will still offer strength.

I will not burden you

With what you cannot carry 

But know, I can shoulder your world. 

Though exhausted and asleep

I will tirelessly support your dreams. 

I will make magic 

From the cards you are dealt. 

I will hold your heart,

If you hold my hand. 


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