Hard to be a hero
enmeshed in care
of others
every leavetaking
an abandonment,
needs scaled
one atop the other
rib-crushing
traitjacket.
Easy not to be
body forgotten
in its encasement,
easy not to hear
your heartbeat
in the ceaseless clamour.
Every day, sun rises,
sun falls. A distant call
to look up
shed it all, let the wind
lift your arms
let it all fly.
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