Responsibility
...sits where I sit.
My father taught me my life is about responsibility, a commitment unto death. Now you know why I’m always so serious, and not one of those poets who revels in drunkenness while dancing at Carnival in the streets of Rio. I’ve tried and tried, but could never get far enough away from the very real burden of my responsibilities. Here where I am my responsibility sits, not having moved an inch since I was ten years old. Like my breath it grows then shrinks in size. I try to make peace with it by becoming softer.
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