For the Sunday Muse prompt # 112:
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Sometimes I carry
the weight of the world
upon my head, its heft
held between the twin peaks
of forgotten and accepted things,
a history curated not
by those who waver
at the threat of war
but those who embrace
its vagaries, who daily
pour out a libation
to destruction.
What seems like
the stillness of a boat
in quiet waters only hides
the furious paddling
of a mind being torn apart
as it wrestles with the tension
between conforming and desire.
This is how one keeps
dismay at bay, until
someday in a moment,
unexpected in its coming
and ferocity, it ignites.
A Geek's Life 
Brilliant poem A.J.! I love the observation and wisdom here. it is so true, how one holds so much in, and then one day something is ignited indeed. So glad to see you at the Muse!
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A breathtaking poem that resonates, stays around long after it’s read.
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I feel like I am carrying the weight of the world too these days, so your poem really resonates.
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So good! “its heft
held between the twin peaks
of forgotten and accepted things,” — perfect.
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This makes the underlying tension of that stance sing.
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A.J, I felt your write, mine also started with carrying the world’s weight in the head. I liked your ending, holding”dismay (and desire for me) at bay, until … ” it ignites. Mine has ignited more than several times during my many years..
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I love this. It really speaks to me because of late I’ve held so much inside…I feel the storm is coming.
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