His awareness,
the absence of his stabilizing presence,
may seem like carelessness, laziness, or even unwillingness,
no matter how many ways he tried to convey
his longing to stay.
The weight of a heart,
an anchor they found
safer to cut from the ship,
sinking into a
cold,
blue world.
Not many knew what he held; an abstract weight,
convinced and buried beneath concrete.
Holding their ship in place,
a no contest, yet he contested,
dismissing the weight unseen,
delegated
to be carried
by me.
My sentence was outlined,
Penned by a hand, refined by the eyes,
Owned by an author, who never owned the weight,
Of denying my cries,
Defining a mind, out of breath, gasping for air
Hidden behind, the time,
I was hoping to find, by following blind,
Purpose assigned, disguised as the climb.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 3:23 PM UTC
His awareness,
the absence of his stabilizing presence,
may seem like carelessness, laziness, or even unwillingness,
no matter how many ways he tried to convey
his longing to stay.
The weight of a heart,
an anchor they found
safer to cut from the ship,
sinking into a
cold,
blue world.
Not many knew what he held; an abstract weight,
convinced and buried beneath concrete.
Holding their ship in place,
a no contest, yet he contested,
dismissing the weight unseen,
delegated
to be carried
by me.
My sentence was outlined,
Penned by a hand, refined by the eyes,
Owned by an author, who never owned the weight,
Of denying my cries,
Defining a mind, out of breath, gasping for air
Hidden behind, the time,
I was hoping to find, by following blind,
Purpose assigned, disguised as the climb.
