I had to be an adult from a young age. As much as I want to say that I'm proud that I've always been mature for my age, I dare to admit: this responsibility weighs. A lot. As motivating as it is for others, for me it has also been a burden whose weight I only recently realized. Because at only 26 years old I know not only what death and loss are, but also what it's like to take care of sick people, to see how time takes them away, to be unable to do anything, to learn to accept, while the next moment you have to take care of yourself too
Oufff. This one landed like a brick right at the bottom of my belly. It’s heavy and honest. Thank you for writing it.
This line sitting innocently in the middle of this poem:
“Do you see him: loving himself
so much he hosts within himself more, breeding
tumors fruitfully as if he were an orchard”
I had to be an adult from a young age. As much as I want to say that I'm proud that I've always been mature for my age, I dare to admit: this responsibility weighs. A lot. As motivating as it is for others, for me it has also been a burden whose weight I only recently realized. Because at only 26 years old I know not only what death and loss are, but also what it's like to take care of sick people, to see how time takes them away, to be unable to do anything, to learn to accept, while the next moment you have to take care of yourself too
Some gems in this poem by Kaitlin Dyer...'breeding tumourd fruitfully as if he were an orchard'
'Death, a doll house waiting to be played with, but where are the clean sheets? ' How good, how terrifying is that line.