Autoimmune

I have never carried the weight of the world on my shoulders. 

I have had to carry it in my cells.

Turning cartilage to bone

Turning heartache to pain

I don't have the heart of an empath,

I have the biological markers of one. 

The weight has turned my cells on or off, 

either that or

I carry it well, they'll say, if they even notice

This weight 

As it moves, burrows in new places

As it hides, waiting for another trigger

Turning cartilage to bone

Turning wars to pain

There's no changing who I am on a molecular  level

Just as there's no changing the whole world,

So I hold it all for you, 

For them, for those who will never know me. 

In the hope that the weight of the world is lighter for you, 

For them, for those who will never know me.

Turning cartilage to bone

Turning love to pain.

@lattejunkienz 2025