#poetry

(Hand-me-down)

To be haunted by possibility, choice, and

circumstance is a wretched thing,

Damaging to the mind, body and spirit.

Once a promised potential fruit of the blessed tree

I live another day regretting, trying to forget the burden,

while at the same time re-adjusting the weight upon my shoulders.

It is not right to feel this way. Such pity.

Such lingering bitterness

With an aftertaste of jealousy. Which way is it supposed to be?

I don't know.

The matters of fact remain

And I dare not make vocal the complaint.

So I commit it to paper and ink.

I give my burdens to you.