Describe a weight you carry that has no name.
It's as clear as dirty bone marrow
a hidden sight in my bright light
It rests in my gut
it's in my bones
riding on my cells
to a place
I know not
till I feel that place
just start to ache
I don't think I could ever escape
this place that has no name.
For there was no door
no window
or even any trim.
It holds on
bringing me pain.
I don't know why,
But now I'll never be the same.
wide fern
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 8:15 AM UTC