On These Shoulders

What rests on these shoulders

are dusty and new burdens

that each shoulder baggage of their own.

And, though the new year

rings in a new spring

and a renewed spring cleaning,

the ties that bind one to this earth

remind of more that can be carried.

And though my feet are weary

and every morning I wake up

in a foreign place with my soul

tearing into smaller pieces,

I smile and laugh in the pain

and offer my shoulder, again,

for another to rest on.

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