#inherit
Every line etched across your face
tells a story.
Every grimace in your voice,
a foray into your psyche;
an impending lesson, shifting to a future blessing.
Your wit, your eye for detail, your sarcasm:
All things I’ve come to inherit.
But, I hope to one day receive the courage
that emanates from your spirit.
Though, I know the experience that entails.
I look forward to the day I can say:
“To hell with ‘em” with no hesitation;
When life goes off the rails.
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 5:39 PM UTC
How many burdens do you carry? How many have you passed through your kin? How much of your burden is not yours to carry?
I have struggled with these questions.
What burdens are mine? My shoulders are weakened by these unanswered questions.
I know that maybe this is just family tradition, I was given them at birth. Yet, I did not pick them. I would like to know why I have inherited them. Have my brother have them? Does my sister struggle with similar questions?
What if I did not care to nurture them anymore?
Would they die with me?
Or still be gifted to my kin?
And if they were given to my kin, how would my kin feel?
Would they bare it like Atlas, strap it to their backs and lift with their knees?
Or never speak of it. Hide it in a locket around their neck, neatly tucked under their shirts.
Would they take time to calculate their percentage of the age old burden? Or bury it somewhere in the country, deep into the side of a mountain, with the rest of the ancestors.
I’d hope they would give the burden back to the rightful owners.
I hope with all my being left, they are mighty enough to confront the age old tradition. I hope they give each burden back, to each dead being in the grave.
I am weary of carrying the ancient decisions of my elders.
I wish you luck, my child.
The size of the burden does not determine its weight.
It is heavy.
It has nearly buried me with its ominous weight.
I now understand why the burden is so easily passed without a second thought.
I just hope my guilt does not add to its weight.
Dec 30, 2019
Dec 30, 2019 at 6:47 PM UTC
Humans don’t inherit
Loyalty
Dogs do
Expect loyalty
From sane Dogs
That clear
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 8:12 PM UTC
a tasty
reside here
and in
that hide
every time
I see
her there
in this
gym with
his gem
in my
head to
orbit the
sound of
be-bop in
quarter of
saxophonic bleed
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 7:38 AM UTC
some gifts our mothers
gave us we seem sometimes
to forget
not the teachings of how to be
kind or safe
not even the gift of love
that...
we don't usually mistake
though quite important
not her wise advice
not her bedtime kisses or
soft lullabies
all these we usually
give much sway
rightly so we should
be thankful each day
but...
I wonder if when you
look in the mirror
do you see her within
is she in your
eyes or your smile
do you have the
same shade of skin
did she give you
her sense of humor
did she give you
her laugh or her voice
do you see her hands
when you look at your own
of course, for these
she had no choice
still...
how you walk
stand
or sit
your height
and
your size
your color of hair
your color of eyes
all these and more
she gave you
by being a lover or wife
and giving to you
the greatest gift
the amazing gift of life.
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 6:28 PM UTC