Heavy-laden and Able

There is an architectural growth
welling up within our tissue and membranes
forming from the most basic of our fibres
the buildup making it difficult to move   
without release

We are like trembling faucets
anxious of what might out pour from within us
of what is pushing froward from our depths
   
So we keep on gasping it back in
because we know not what will become of us

We are all layered with hell
and created from its enemy
so we carry in our marrow
the antidote to our own poison and filth
that we keep on to protect us from the cold

And so our self induced enclosure
remains caked along the finest of our hairs
and sunken into the slightest of our pores
to plug the force from escaping our depths

We are the most foolish
and the bitterest of our kind
but despite our debility
there is something greater than air
slinking through our veins

And beneath the sickest of lips
is the purest essence
And within the most stained fingers
courses the most powerful of gifts

We are heavy laden and able
to lighten up the deepest darkness
and to out pour the greatest breadths of love

But while we deny our capacity
of the love we carry
from which we are molded, built
and meant for
it is weighing heavy in our limbs
and keeping us from moving forward
toward whatever future
we think we can achieve without it

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[Jesse F Hayes]

"so we carry in our marrow
the antidote to our own poison and filth"

Favorite line. Hooray Kon poems!