I feel like I’m running out of me.
How does that feel?
Not only exhausted and
caught in random memory,
insubstantial as distant dreams.
He said: “Not a crutch, but a shoulder.”
Spoke to me as I sat alone
pondering sacred surrender.
So imbued in self-responsibility,
in making do, disowning desire for more.
So scarred/scared feeling a burden that
none will bear.
Crutches can’t be trusted.
Any outside aid so easily denied or
demanding too high a cost.
Yet shoulder to shoulder, if shoulder we find
can be the essence of life
as a gift beyond price.