The osteons in me are tired of carrying the burden called life.
— Sadia Hakim
I carry this life on my shoulders; even my osteons are tired now. The weight isn’t just in my steps—it sinks into my bones, biting into them, stripping them layer by layer.
The osteons in me are tired of bearing the burden called life—a weight that presses deep, settling in places I can’t shake off.
My marrow gives muffled cries beneath the strain, stretched thin between existence and exhaustion.
The burden never asks if I can bear it; it simply digs in, making a home where relief should be.
The osteons in me are tired; the marrow in me cries.
— Sadia Hakim
— Sadia Hakim // Sciopoetica Ve Astropoetica Series by Sadia Hakim
