“Still here I carry my old delicious burdens”
Walt Whitman - Leaves of Grass
Deep within her anatomy
her past lives on
No heartbreak
wasted
No joy
dissipated
No illness completely
healed
Unbidden they reveal
themselves
Events rise up as from
mist
Old feelings come alive
within shoulders, belly, or
spine,
Shaken awake
Enough for tears, smiles, or
fear
Over time incidents
mellow,
become part of her
being
“old delicious burdens”
Endured
Ellecee
Day 10 - NaPoWriMo - 2022
Inspired by Walt Whitman and
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