When the pain
is too heavy to
carry alone
The tears pick up
some of my baggage.
Like when a forest
is too dense
to grow, the trees
must burn.
But my forest doesn't burn.
I planted a seed eons ago.
A small bit of anger.
Slowly the sapling grew to
rage. Burning white
Its branches ripped at
my skin, and would
never go away.
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