Skye here. By now y'all probably know that I'm one of Copper's Insiders. I know the rules. Blog time.
Looks like we've got another poetry night.
Well, that was dumb
A big over-reach
I don't do it often, but when I do...
Is the term "epic" too overused?
An epic failure
Both feet in my mouth
I thought maybe you were ready
To hear some of my truth
Boy did I misjudge.
You can't weigh pain against pain
I know that
You can't say I suffered this and you suffered that
And my pain trumps yours
Because it was longer
Or left more scars or bruises
We all carry our own baggage
Yours is heavy to you
Mine is to me
If I could carry yours, I would....
I'm used to the weight of the bags I carry
I barely even notice them most of the time
The drive to keep going, move forward, push upward
Is very, very strong.
And I will not let my baggage hold me back
I do get tired
And once in a great while I try to set my baggage down
Once in a green moon, I try to tell you what I carry
But I don't even notice how strong I've become
Decades of hauling all this crap has built my muscles
To where I sometimes forget my strength
Like I did tonight.
I thought you could hear, understand
I thought you could maybe sit with me
While I rested my arms and back and shoulders
It's pointless to try and weigh pain against pain
But tonight I'm doing it
Because you can't understand a load like mine
Your own road has been rocky enough...for you.
Your path has left you with bags of your own
It's not my place to judge whose road has been worse
But it hurt when you brushed off my bags
When you scoffed at my need to rest
As if resting makes a person weak-willed
Or somehow less a fighter
I can only hope that the day will come
When you hear the insult implied
In the words
"Get over it."