I Couldn’t Carry A King

Sometimes even the lightest things are hard to carry when they’re broken. 

I couldn’t carry a King.

I loved him but his pieces were so scattered and each piece so belligerently disconnected that I couldn’t approach them any longer. 

I didn’t fear for my safety but the spirit that covered his parts spread as far an wide as the pieces of his broken heart. 

You couldn’t escape the cloud. Sometimes that’s why people break, so they can exist in many places. They want you to make them whole, so they consume every space that you exist in. They feel lost without you so they go everywhere you go. They never resemble themselves because they can’t re-assemble themselves and I would be honored to help, but my fingertips were triggers. Gods touch through me, brought him too close to the reality that he would have to be put together, to be carried. 

I couldn’t carry a King.

What a wonder it would be if they took each deliberately placed piece of themselves and came together. You would think they desire to be whole, but they also fear being seen. 

THE CASE FOR POTENTIAL

Queens can see a mans potential. Fearful King’s don’t want that pressure. So they shatter, to escape the truth of who they are. 

Why are they afraid of their potential? Because someone told them they couldn’t be who they’re called to be. Something got in the way and they can’t get past it. Bitterness, doubt, feeling owed something, the shame of weakness. They’re in the way. I could love you through that, but you’re more afraid of you than I am.

To carry this man sounds noble. But I’m not God. The cloud of their self doubt can break the spirit. It can mute the lips. It can quiet the eggshells. You stop walking to avoid the crackling beneath the feet that stir the rage of the broken pieces of a King you can’t carry. 

I stopped walking to avoid the crackling beneath the feet that stir the rage of a King I couldn’t carry. 

Ashe

And let’s be clear. I bent over forwards with the intention to keep your feet off the ground. I lifted weights to prepare for yours. But I didn’t have the bandwidth. The where with all. I had your potential... I asked it to blind me everytime I bent, but even the lightest things are hard to carry when they’re broken. 

COMMENT below:

Ladies: How is a woman’s self worth impacted when she feels like she can no longer carry someone she cares about?

Brothers: When is it ok to release the one you love while you take the time to reassemble and revisit your purpose?

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