weight

weight
Originally uploaded by equusignis.

because there is anger in the tears in my eyes
because the color of my anger is somewhere
between the crimson of blood and the scarlet

of the imaginary letter on my chest
because in this moment the hollow in my
breast burns. it's the sensation of going

to ashes but not yet sprouting new feathers
because i know the origin of my suffering
because i can accept that from the inside

is the start of the only road out of myself
and the only real pain that is my own
is the weight of others carrying my burden