Paper Field
Burden,
Shrine deep in your mind.
Your brain,
Finds simple ways to pressure you.
A piece of distinct paper
In the midst of a grassfield.
Laying in the grass
Helpless, lonely, you.
Deep in shrouded mist,
Burden.
Written circa 2021
While my mother was in the hospital, I found myself often questioning why we experience burden for many things for which we didn't do. My mother felt like an intense burden to my family, despite the fact it wasn't her fault this occured.