Curse of Being Born

I heard you talking—soft, but clear,
You thought I never stood so near.
But every word cut through my chest,
A truth you hid, but I knew best.

You said if I had never been,
Your life would be so calm, so clean.
That leaving could have been your way,
But I was born, so you had to stay.

And now I wish I could rewind,
Erase myself, unchain your mind.
If time could break and let me go,
You’d find the peace you longed to know.

I might fade out, dissolve like air,
But in your eyes, the light stays there.
No weight to hold, no tears to fight—
I'd disappear, and you'd be bright.



~ Sara D. Aars

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