Lift the bucket of your own sorrow,
and pour it out.
Carry the weight of your own grief,
so you can be the one to release it.
What you have struggled against,
you may yet conquer,
What you have proxied,
you might never wash your hands of.
To proxy an act of violence
is to be bound to it forever.
To delegate an accolade
is to anul it.
To speak of a truly good thing
Sunday 22nd October 2017 3:45 pm