I was rather blind and somewhat ignorant. There was a depth I did not know. Because I was not crushed, I assumed the weight was absent. It was present and pressing but not upon my shoulders. Just because I didn’t feel it doesn’t mean it wasn’t there. Because it wasn’t my burden, my hope, my dreams on the line. It went over my head and out of my sight and out of my mind. How much breaking and cracking and shifting has been endured at the expense of others. It wasn’t easy for me, but it was easier for me. Getting hopes up and getting it up and getting gone. The leaving just to return just to leave just to. Cyclical pain and present absences.
How dare I?
Maybe truth instead.