Even though each day I feel less and less like I’m sinking,
I still find crosses to carry, burdens that keep me from winning.
Their tentacles wrap around my ankles as I swim up.
I know they’re lying when they offer me to drink from the cup.
Each day the sun rises, but it delivers a little less warmth.
It is punishing me for refusing to play the damn part.
The rays twist and turn through the layers of my pulsating skin.
I still find curses to bury, legacies that I simply cannot win.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 