I will not buy it on my flesh so hard,
no longer will I carry it beneath my skin.
I have been strong, I have been weak
is all I have to say,
it’s this before I break
down into a million pieces like the sun’s
a froth of photons
spread out, infinite:
I will not bear it in my heart
so long, so long to you
I have to say:
though with you I have felt that I belonged
that time is done and now
I cannot stay.
JAN/FEB 2021 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
I am a poet and writer who has had my work published at Free Verse Revolution and in the Anthology 'Poetry in the Time of Coronavirus, Volume Two.' I am working on my first novel, as well as a collection of poems and a travel journal of my life in Slovenia. You can read more of my work at my website - Experiments in Fiction.