I am sorry, I am heavy
My heart weighs as much as the sum of those of every person I have ever hurt, loved, or let go
My shoulders, pressed down with burdens I cannot explain
My soul, dense with purposes unfilled of the persons who carried it before me
My mind, filled with soldiers fighting a war against my own psyche
I am sorry, but I do not want to lay this heaviness, on you
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uncertaintea (
Offline) - Published: January 6th, 2022 22:05
- Category: Reflection
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(this is a penetratingly succinct poem
'in my humble opinion'
thank you! for choosing to share
and for inspiring
my little scribbled reply)
Time divided by Life
always equates, to the gathering
of garbage
as unwanted, baggage
although
we reserve the right, to claim
that garbage or leave it
endlessly, going round
on that baggage carousal
every time, we're greeted
by a new relationship's
arrival Gates;
our choice, is a tool
we must never, squander...
Ok, apart from me relating to the title of this poem on a physical level 😅 This was really good. The way sometimes we have to cut off relationships or even prevent them from beginning in order to save the other person from our mess is probably one of the most selfless things we can do. But we eventually have to grow and become worthy of our beings. Nice poem!
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