I sit here contemplating what I am being asked to carry
You give me yours and the world gives me theirs and my long fingered hands cannot hold it
all
even though I know I am strong
I have always been able to carry all the squawking birds in this one small cage
lately, I feel like
opening the door to the bursting excess
letting them all fly free
who said I needed to carry this for you
and you?
I can barely carry myself these days
it seems the weight is just growing
heavier
like it wants to crush me
on purpose
doesn't care about this body getting older
doesn't care about my hands
doesn't care that my mind feels boxed in
smothered under the rubble
that trapped it
crushed under its weight with no one to come help
free me
leaving me there to cry myself to sleep
alone
until I become nothing but the last breath I breathe
