What we carry

They carry
the scars
of their battles
under their eyes,
the pain
of their truths
on their arms

Watching
the others
their held hands
hold up,
borrowed strength
supporting,
supported

The dark circular
shuffle of a
circadian sadness,
the clinging
exhaustion
seeding dissent

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