Planting Appalachia
Two tight knees
carrying bundles of bees
but I still don’t see any honey
You’re not yourself
Carrying someone else
And your truth is only unwinding
When the balancing act
Breaks your back
You’ll know where to find me
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Yessssss! Totally get where this is coming from and you captured it perfectly. Particularly that last stanza. Awesome!
interesting triage
carrying…carrying….balance breaks