I never meant to be your burden,
Filling my childish mind with dreams
Of play, picnics, and precious moments.
Why did I believe my dreams, my hopes,
Superseded the good life you built?

Too late I know I am your burden,
After years of decomposing hopes
And wishes of what family could be.
Why did I think solitude could be
Mended this far through my suffering?

Now I refuse to be your burden,
Rationalizing my dreams, grasping
I will never see them realized.
Why do I fall and fail to rise
When I pursue your recognition?

I thought this woman was my burden,
Breaking down the steel walls I had built
That sterilized my dreams and wishes.
Why, when she pierces my diamond heart,
Do vibrant flowers grow in the cracks?