I Came To Her With Troubles

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I came to her with troubles
Self-pitying and alone. 
Then saw that sunlit place where
She had rested weary bones. 

I thought my wounds were deeper
But encountered greater pain.
And marvelled yet at how she
Didn't lay the slightest blame. 

I came to her with sorrows
But she smiled despite her own. 
A strength I’d never hope to
Match, if ever I was prone.

She told me she was lighter.
That struggles fade in time. 
Thus shaming me to silence 
When I came to her with mine.  

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