~Consequences~

A looming presence haunts me day by day, with a heaviness that one only accrues over time. Their pain is mine but mine is not theirs, Their mistakes are my consequences, but mine are bared by me alone. They fall, I bruise. They yell, I cry. For someone so weak their grip on me is unwavering. I know weakness in them is mindfulness in me, be mindful of what's done today, so I won't be tomorrow's "looming presence".