no one told me
that being the eldest means
you get to become an emotional vessel
for others to fill despite being
an empty cavern of self-imposed exile and
fragile courage standing on feet deep
in twenty years' worth of
your father's footstepsa heroine on the verge of a
power outrage in the middle of her cityno one told me
that being the eldest means
you get to become a keeper of wounds
from somebody else's war despite
being a carrier of spoils from the
battlefield that is your heart such
a scared frayed machine beating with
half-meant pulses shoulders drawn
inward from bearing everybody's troublesan Atlas on the cusp of loosening
his embrace on his beloved gaiano one told me
that being the eldest means
you get to become an extension
of yourself long limbs but longer patience
to hold everybody grounded together
despite being out of gravitational force
that nausea creeps into your throat
as you feel yourself turning inside out
acid threatens to drip from your lips
a destructive vitriol hidden behind
beastly family reunionsah to be the eldest!
one cannot help but be a paradox of lies
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PoetrySPLIT ME WIDE OPEN AND UNVEIL MY SECRETS ©️ 2019 by RMAL [ book achievements ] • #27 in Poetry 06/19/2021 • added to Coffee Community's Mocha reading list 08/21/2022