Responsibility
lies like a child
in my belly.
Ripening fast.
Full of sorrow
and possibilities.
Am I good?
Gathering my potions
to save or destroy.
FeedingÂ
what can’t be fed.
Alone.
Heart in my hands.
Clutching,Â
  clawing,Â
crawling.
Down.
On my knees.
Blind and ashamed.
Shattered mirrorÂ
of my mind.
Not enough to take me.