Added Weight
To my family
There faces pass before me like the ashes of a campfire.
All in need, longing for help.
Crying out, directing their sorrows and angst towards me, assuming I won’t tire.
Not because I’m at fault, but because they know I can handle the weight of their demons...
and because I have so willingly taken that weight off their shoulders before.
It becomes harder and harder to move and take inhalations;
enveloped in the ashes of everyone else’s buried fears.
But they are okay. Yes, they are alright.
And I’m not quite withering away, not quite drowning from my tears.
But can no longer move from the pit due to the amount of suffering piled atop me, and piled high.
I wish I could say if they are okay, I am too.
If I could ease their suffering, I can ease my own.
But enabling helps no one move.
It puts us all crammed in a room surrounded by darkness and truths unknown.
So here I go, the art of letting go...
I love you. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you.
I see your strength, power, and light.
Just like you see mine.
Please use this energy to move forward and fight.
Please join me by melting the barriers of your heart with love
and allowing that light to shine.
(2013)
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