a burden worth bearing

i think, often enough, i run from burdens.
heavy and hard to carry, i edge around the hard conversations
and tiptoe past the darker things.
i do not want to seem unfeeling,
but at times, i do not know how to respond.
i want to have an answer,
something to mend the wound in my own flesh
or another's.
if i could just mend it,
if i could make it better,
i wouldn't have to bear it.
i wouldn't have to hold onto the weight.
yet,
when i see you struggling,
i know your burden is worth bearing,
because you are worth loving.