The halo of the hoatzin’s

Blood shot eyes

Echoes the hollows of this universe.

Carrying memories, they reveal 

Emotional trauma ingrained 

In the interweave of our own becoming.

While hummingbirds in iridescent colors

Glow amid open spaces in these echoes,

She reaches out to tether

From behind the walls of her childhood.

Another erupts, cyclic and unrelenting, 

From emotions untended.

One emerges from years of self-exile

Not knowing herself.

And another reveals, in healing

Her darkness within.

And the one who seems to find meaning

In her burden.

I weep alone, begging

To shoulder their pain.

And as I look inwards 

My rhythm undulates off-balance

Where the weight becomes 

Emotionally incapacitating,

Echoing my own hollows.