I write countless cares
haphazardly on the backs of sticky notes
I watch them sag under the same weight
I bear on my shoulders
They fall like leaves and leaflets to the floor
unable to lift themselves up again
Someday, when I’m ready
I’ll gather them all in a crumpled pile
and watch as they writhe and convulse
beneath the flame
suddenly, they are gone
it’s tragic that I can’t do the same
oh, to be free of countless cares
to cast them to an abyss, and to leave them there…
Photo by Norbert Tóth
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