Patiently Burning

What happens to the weight of it all?

It manifests itself in dreams

Fantasies

And isolates itself in your chest

Where it waits to blossom into something pure and justifiable.

For years, you water the earth

with bits of desire. Some through anger, most from fear

Roots take hold,

growing in shaky sand

while the seed never bursts from the ground

What kind of life is that?

To live underneath and not enjoy the sky.

19 oz