Day 87 of The 100 Day Poetry Project
I was thinking today about all the things we carry and this poem just barely scratches the surface. We carry so much from our ancestors and their DNA, through historical trauma, Then we pick up the opinions, judgment, and voices of others and carry that too. We carry our children, our parents, illnesses, and deaths. Everyone we meet is carrying something that is heavy. We should help each other more to lighten the load.
