For as long as I can remember
The weight has hung heavy
Around me.
When I was little
It was there, prodding me
To watch out for my younger sister–
The weightless one.
She was free.
I was not.
When I grew a bit older
The weight shifted,
Causing me to lie awake at night
And pray to the saints or whatever other god I hoped
Might listen to a young girl,
And keep my older brothers
Safe from harm.
Lying awake in my bed,
I fell asleep the moment the
Headlights flashed in the driveway–
The heavy weight
Lifted temporarily.
I tried to fight it
When I felt I was able.
I desperately wanted to be free
And thought I deserved that chance.
But the weight was too strong
And dragged me back down.
The freedom was only fleeting
Never truly freeing
And the guilt afterwards weighed just as heavy.
I often wonder how this weight
Was first designated to be mine.
Innocent words
(Probably)
Meant to praise but instead
Transforming into a prison cell in my mind–
After many long, hard years
I have been granted parole.
Yet I am never completely free.
For I am responsible.
Notes: R is for Responsibility. I have always been known as the responsible one in my family. What can be considered a strength can also be a weakness. This poem illustrates some of the struggles I have with always having the burden of responsibility thrust upon me. I am so responsible that I actually wrap up my therapy sessions on my own, because I am conscious of the therapist’s time and know that I cannot introduce a new issue with the time left. So I neatly package up my current issue, with five minutes left to say thank you and make another appointment. I’m pretty sure not everyone does this. I had one therapist who told me that this was not my responsibility, and that I shouldn’t concern myself with the time. When she used that word in such a casual manner, I knew we weren’t destined to get through this journey together. She didn’t understand the concept of responsibility.
Wow, this is fantastic. Beautiful. I love the word choice. Could you read some of the poems on my blog, and tell me what you think? I need an expert’s eye.
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Thanks for your kind words. I would be happy to read some of your poems, but I am definitely not an expert. The best advice that I try to follow when I write my own poems is this: Write. Re-write. Re-vise. Leave it. Leave it alone. Re-write. Release. (or something to that effect) Actually the title for this blog came from my understanding of the creative process. Here it is if you want to take a closer look: https://thinkdreamdo.wordpress.com/2013/05/10/the-creative-process/
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