Allison Kinzy Poet Lyric

She Holds the World In Her Hand

She is kept in a box, hidden from the world
She holds up, swaying atop one lonely hand.
And didn’t you know the world is leaking?
Yes, there is a hole in the bottom
Just where her heart used to have been 
And out flows not the molten lava of her hate
But the tears she has never been able to cry
So eyes are watching her finally drip to pieces
As night turns to day 
As birds fly instead of eyes by 
On their way to a world better than the one
From which she simultaneously
Watches from and watches over
And she watches the stars 
That twinkle from a distance, untouchable
As she has no hands anymore to reach out,
Grab what turn out to be nothing more 
Than dots of light that turn into vultures
As day breaks.
And it gets hot in this wooden box
As flames lick at the she 
She hides away, and her Earth-tears evaporate
Forming clouds to obscure the too-bright sky.
These flames are carefully constructed
Blended into weapons, shooting daggers
Into her impenetrable case
She has locked her self inside.
And though the world is leaking,
Still it glows
And though her hand is weakening
Still she knows
That this, her burden, responsibility, job
What have you
To hold up the world, is not that
But a choice, and so she carries it faithfully
But still hoping that one day
Her box will be unlocked
And she can sink inside.

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