Drama Alert!

I sensed it
Way before I left Zuru.
I could feel it near, though I couldn't touch it.
I was overwhelmed by the thought.

Tired. Confused.
But though I'm weary, you have always held my tired hands. Your word has been my strength. My source of joy and everything.

So I turn again and again to you,
And ask for help like never before
For I cannot live on my own
You are my source.
Please carry me on.
I rest on your shoulders
Holding you firmly
As I fear the heralding of this drama and heat.
Please don't let me fall off.
Please, father!

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