My burden, your curse

February 9, 2009

There’s something in my hands, so soft and fragile.
I’d hold it with the softest of touch
and watch it with the steeliest of concentration.
I will cry with the gift of every waking moment.
My tears will wear down the crust of dirt.
I will break the curse that is not mine to own,
if that breaks me..
When the rain stops pouring,
there is emptiness in my eyes.