burdens and breath
note to self

we’ve all got them
no one’s exempt
yours aren’t special
even though they’re
troublesome—
suffering’s different
it’s the story you shape
about the trouble
—that’s the burden

oh, girl, leave it alone!
it’s a minefield mind
don’t dawdle there
walk outside
feel the breeze coast
through your thoughts
and tingle your skin—
note the sun warms
something that
can’t be found

breathe

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—they may never turn into anything more or they might flower.