1 Minor

I've held my chin up for so long that I'm scared to look down now.

Uncertainty climbs up my spine.

If I show them how frail I am they'll be disappointed.

The thought is irrational but it protects both my systems and our routine.

I'm strong, I know, but right now my masculinity is an empty urn placed on top of my head.

My spine has bent from holding it up, but I keep waiting for someone to break it, shatter it.

Prevent my ashes from going into it.

So make me feel like a minor, mark me as like your little one.

Just for once, let me look down.