12.26.20
FOOL.S.GOLD
the average head weighs 11 pounds.
that’s already enough weight to carry on your shoulders;
surely you must know; it’s okay to
put the other weight down
the world can balance itself without you, I promise
I know this, because I’ve tasted the fruits of your garden
the one you tilled on ground
everyone called barren
you will always be the stubborn piece in her puzzle
and I hope you know
while she sees you missing
I know you’re present unwrapped from the confines of their shame
the piece that doesn’t fit
because it refused to mold
into well formed generational trauma
rejoice every time you re-shape your human
most people only live one life.
imagine that;
using Christmas as a coping mechanism,
wearing holiday sweaters like suits of armor — those who walk the straight line, because they know a round earth will guide them back home; will live a dry and tired plot-line with little to no character development.
Now
Go ahead.
Come at me with those eyes you thought were too much.
Swallow me whole.