This distance that feels
Like the space between Earth
And its Sun
Radiates a silence and a cold
That stabs the heart like an icepick
Quiet
Remembering those child like
Sunday afternoons
The giggles and smiles
Feeling complete
But my path is full of
Immovable boulders
I struggle to find a way over or around
I carve my name in the side of the stone
A mile marker for my life
The burdens we carry are our own
Until our backs break under the weight
Of our accomplishments
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