To be h.onest

I’m going to perform a magic show tomorrow night.
Then I’m going to do something much tougher. It’s far more than the basic act, this. To me it carries much meaning and weight, and perhaps I’ve already talked about it too much.
When I leave the stage most nights, I’m empty of myself. I pour it out and sow good seed. I exit on the love and joy I’ve (hopefully) inspired.
Not this time. No, this time I’m taking your burdens and walls and carrying them off of you, if you let me.
Let me bear it, please.
I know what I’m in for, this time, and I’m scared.
To be honest.

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