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Lonely, not Alone: Dutiful Holders
Reflections of pains past are departing at last; few and far between I'm back on the path
Walking alone but never absent my companions who carve their love in my bones as water carves up canyons
I am but a conduate
papyrus to those hands
My tribe shows me love
to which I'm a walking monument
The weight of the world is on my shoulders but it doesn't need to be there. My family's hands are out; they are dutiful holders
Walking alone but never absent my companions who carve their love in my bones as water carves up canyons
I am but a conduate
papyrus to those hands
My tribe shows me love
to which I'm a walking monument
The weight of the world is on my shoulders but it doesn't need to be there. My family's hands are out; they are dutiful holders
Published 8th May 2020
Author's Note
I put so much pressure on myself. I feel so alone, but I'm not.
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