Borne of teeth and bone and things hard enough to carry it and not subdue its seriousness in unnecessary folds of flesh.
This task I undertake.
Ignoring its consistent knock at my door, it enters the crack the moment my eyes close and I give pause for peaceful slumber. It is there. Every night it is there.
I know I must learn to know the changes will change me. I have aged enough to view the curriculum, but am hesitant to learn the lesson.
I hold you within my heart. Always I will. The sadness will not lapse. The torn river will never dry, but only ebb steadily along below the surface. My small vial of tears I keep behind my Breastbone will crack forth painfully and sprinkle my cheeks.I will miss you. I will mourn you. You will always be the Flagship that bears the Parade of All things that bring me utter bleak dark sadness and longing and loss. All these things I know. And I know... It will not end.
So if I must carry this,.. and carry this I must,..
I must not fear letting go to move forward. There will be more. There is always more. As long as I don't get mired in my fear and stagnate. I cannot see what I do not open my eyes to.
My Back must be Broad Enough to Bear this.
My Back is Broad Enough to Bear This.
