The Weight

Do not cry
be angry
or lament
what you are

No one has made
the choices of our
actions but us
alone

We alone
bear their weight
in body and spirit

If you are unhappy
with your current
state of being
then make the slow
and steady choices
to change
and be more
than the limitations
we place on
ourselves

Weight of Air

Air heavier than the weight of the vast sky
Pushes down on my heart and
Weighs me to the ground
My feet can scarcely 
Move the weight
Of my body

The Guest

The passage of time mutes the pain you carry

but you carry it nonetheless. 

It weighs no more than a breath

upon your skin,

if that.

You wake up in the morning and hurry along

to work, to deadlines, to bodily needs,

to lovers, and social commitments,

just like a good person.

At night you fall asleep alone or with a spotter.

When your eyes have closed and your 

breath steadies like a stream-

it is there.

It doesn't want you to forget.

It needs you to remember as long as you can.

It can't live without you, it needs a safe place to stay,

buried within, waiting for a time to say hello.