This Norouz
I sit,
Heavy,
The weight of my heart
Pulling me down.

I shed tears
Centuries old,
Tears of my ancestors.
All those women
Who cried,
Not so much for their
Loved ones,
but
For their own inability to move

Their paralysis
I’ve inherited
Made it mine.
Because my heart
Too heavy
To enjoy her freedom
Refuses to run.

We sit here,
Heavy heart and I,
Waiting for
Someone to save us
Or make us die.