On Heaviness

a cloud is an iron weight
a feather is a ton of bricks
when you’re anchored down
to an immovable heaviness.

Crushing weight on the lungs makes every breath a bit harder, a bit sharper. Breathe, breathe, (I’m told), but this is no easy task – a stone tied to a leg pulls the body deeper, deeper under.

Life is so excruciatingly beautiful sometimes its almost too much to handle; yet still I must push aside the heavy black curtains to let the light in.

I run, I jump, I dance, I twirl in the madness of it all; my chains drag along making patterns in the sand.

The wheel creaks on; the grinding grinding grinding makes rust.

Sometimes I wonder
should I just stay inside
if bathing in the sunlight sears my flesh
and waltzing in the rain opens my wounds?

Alone alone you trudge on.

Warm, sweet shower licks your tired body and kisses you with steam / hot tears roll down the cheeks, hidden.

You must be strong
you must be strong
gain composure
for another round

but who is being strong for me?

a pit
in my stomach
a bird
locked away
wings clipped
no flying today

a thief in the night came, took everything you gave.

Alone alone you trudge on.

You must be strong
you must be strong
gain composure
for another round

but who is being strong for me?