October 21st, 2021
He stands tall and proud, but only on his good days. All the other ones it is a different narrative he conjures to get me to help. The thing is, I already promised him I would be there for him always. Not forever . . . Always. There is a difference. Until he says to me one day, in hopes of me answering his prayers, he wants his sadness to be "sapped" from him. I feel taken aback. Do I not already do enough for you, that I must then hold you tight and soak all of your bad energy into me? What then, and I have asked this before, if I am the one who is sad? I swallow it down because you cannot be that for me. I push it into the bottom of my stomach because you do not know how to soak it into your soul and keep it there until I am ready to handle it. That is what I do for you, except I keep it forever. Not always . . . Forever.
R.K.
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Holeheart
PoetryI am the forgiver. I am the destroyer. I'm not at fault, but I deserve to be. Poetry and Prose Volume V 2021 DISCONTINUED
