The Burdens We Carry

I know I'm getting older

My bones always crack

Like the glass in the mirror

That I'm staring at

I wonder what she sees

When she looks at my reflection?

I know she knows I'm broken

But will she ever accept it?

I know she knows I'm broken

But will she ever accept it?

I know she knows

I know she knows

You're constantly missing

The fake life that you never had

You accepted the shame

Except for the blame

That tarnished your name

Now it haunts

The days turned to weeks

And the months into years

While your subconscious interfered

You found yourself stuck

In old habits

Embracing the absence

Now it's time

For some maintenance

I know she knows

I know she knows

'Till those fragments of freedom

Established the reason of why

The sun (son) sleeps at night

I know she knows

I know she knows

There are moments in time

Trapped within a shell

From which we learn from

FERN FUENTES:

But I haven't grown yet

Though I know eventually I will

I just need to keep

Climbing up that hill

Keep pushing up that rock

So when I get to the peak

It will all come tumbling down

On everyone else

Because that's what it is

I'll carry my burdens until

I let them loose on someone

I love, in the hopes

That I'll feel better

But I don't feel better

I don't feel lifted

The weight was only duplicated

For me to hand off

And now we both carry this

On our shoulders

Slumped, and sinking

VICE VERSA:

I hope she knows

I know she knows

I thought about you

In-between the moon

Switching shifts with

The sunrise—

Sunspots on pretty bends

Birds echoing morning hymns

To their children

There are words

That have no meaning

Until they

Are construed to describe

The beauty that is you

I hope she knows

I know she knows

coded language unraveled

Yet made no difference until words

Cover wounds that never describe

The real you

I know that she is broken

But does she know that

I'm broken too?

I can still sense the sound they—

Travel throughout my circulatory system

Pumping out harmonies that happen

To coexist with the melodies already

Painting pictures with the feathers

And the falling leaves

Slumped and sinking

I still dance with your shadow

Trying to get back to who

I truly am

Right back to the center

Of who I truly am

We still kept pushing up

That rock knowing damn well

The traction beneath our feet

Would leave nothing but a memory—

Despite sensory imagery of where

We ought to be

But the weight of our burdens

Allowed us to feel the complexities

Tangled without our

Emotional chemistry

How long has she been broken

How can we ever accept this?

But now the sounds I used to sense

Presents nothing but your presence

Wrapped beneath the essence of your

Prescribed antidepressants

A chemical vision outlined in the

Fabrication of four shoulders

Transformed into two

Who would have known?

That all this time together

Would never be set in stone

I'll carry my burdens

Until I let them loose on

Someone I love, in hopes

That I'll feel better

But I don't feel better

I don't feel lifted

And now we both carry this

On our shoulders—

Slumped, and sinking