Friday, waiting for the bus that doesn't come

Sometimes I feel the burden of all the pain, the slights, the receiving less than you deserved, the compromises, the dreams deferred forever, the sacrifices, the prejudice, the slaps, the stings of life you felt, pass through me. I wish my feeling them, acknowledging them, would lessen them for you. It only helps me to understand you. At times, when it was too much for you, you heaped them on my head and I crumbled under the weight of them. I lost me. But I understand: I already forgave you.