You wanted to hold all of the suffering of the world
In the palm of your hand
And when you saw it would not fit,
You quietly slid some into your pockets
And beneath your pillow
And between the pages of your notebook,
Struggling to comprehend why every tear was shed.
You tried to save the drowning man,
To keep him from slipping beneath the turbulence of the sea
For the last time.
But you slipped out of happiness
The way one slips out of her daily routine.
Losing sight of the sunlight shining on the sea
And the children's laughter echoing from the shore,
The world faded to black and white.
And as the water filled your lungs,
You realized that all of that suffering was weighing you down,
And the drowning man was much farther out than you thought.
So silently you sunk, deeper and deeper,
Watching the fractured pieces of your black and white world,
Disappearing above you.