World Weary
At four, I was world weary
Burned, not yet battered
Inhaling the smoke of unborn dreams
Exhaling determination
These who lived, these I loved
They were mine to protect, now
...
At nineteen, I was world weary
Torn between these who lived,
These I loved
Who wished desperately, endlessly
For opposites to be reality
Their reconciliation unreachable
I played the salve, the mediator
Always knowing
I was only holding off the inevitable
...
At twenty-two, I was world weary
I watched, helpless
As the crack was hammered at
By these who lived,
These I loved
I watched, helpless
As it grew into a chasm
And I was no longer enough
To bridge the gap
I was left, hanging by mere threads
Too far from the ground to safely land
No way to solid ground
On either side
I stayed for one, let the other go free
And began to wonder
If these who lived,
These I loved
Would ever find worth in me
...
At twenty-six, I am world weary
Alone
These who lived,
These I love
Are lost, and found
Roles reversed
Which one speaks to me,
Which one will not speak
And for a moment there is
Hope-
Dashed
...
I am world-weary
Worn by time and trials
Worn by these who lived
These I love
(I am so tired.)