Burden Child
You were never meant to be a vessel of sorrow,
Yet the world placed its trembling hands on you.
A child seen as an outcast has no place here, they said,
Treated like a beast than an actual human being.
A childhood of watching, listening, holding secrets like sharp stones in tender palms,
Smiles practiced, tears swallowed, the weight of others pressing on small shoulders.
Burden child, you've learnt to be strong before what strong actually means, to stand silent so others could rest to give warmth while shivering.
Learnt to be independent and caring, even letting others walk on you like a rug, with no absolute care in the world.
Burden child, you grow too quickly, carrying griefs that do not belong to,
You grew to become a kind- hearted person but it seems that reality labelled you as burden.
Burden child, your name will not be a burden, but a survivor, and even more than that... light
Copyright © Siddharth Satheesan | Year Posted 2025
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