“I knew with resounding clarity
that the burden of fault
was not mine to bear.”
The crushing weight of reality came crashing down upon me. Its unrelenting grip with gravity at war with every part of my being. It pulled me down. Forced the air in my lungs to rush out of me in a jolt of ragged breath. It buried me in debris — the evidence — of truth. I was nothing more than a bystander at the whim of a cruel world that took far too much from me, giving karma itself a bad name. I knew with resounding clarity that the burden of fault was not mine to bear. It never was.
© Sarah Doughty
The fault was never mine.