The Weight

Stand upon my shoulders,
and let me carry your burden.

Father, where were you
when I was young.  I sat
teaching myself how to be man.

Mother was neither here,
nor there.  She was swept
up in a tidal wave - liquid
fire, clear and precise.

Where were you?

Here, stand upon my shoulders,
and let me carry your weight.
Dialysis, amputations, loneliness -
I know them all to well.
Different forms, different ways -
but I know them -

Hatred posioned my blood,
and I needed it purified.
My limbs have been removed,
as I was unable to fend for
myself.  I was alone, a rock
in a sea of midnight blue.

I've overcame it...
though mine was not physical.

Stand upon my shoulders,
if you can -  I will carry your burden,
As I always have -
On my own two feet.