You are carrying the weight
of billions of years living.
Is it a wonder you are tired?
You are half graveyard, child,
What didn’t kill you became you
you took ownership of death
told it to find you in the rubble
and kept on going, so many forms
a trail of desire and trial
all to end up here.
Do you know how long
you’ve fought, child?
Do you know all the lives
spent devoted to you being you?
Do you think about how many stars
learned to breathe because of you?
Did you know that you may have started
with the earth, that you may have been
born from the cycle of rocks
that were once the ground, returning
to the heart of the earth?
You are air that learned to breathe.
And all that life wanted was that you be here
and the rest is for you to decide.
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