The weight of the world is hefty
Trying not to trail pieces in the dirt
Not knowing everything you carry
But feeling it is your burden to do so
The weight of the past is heavier
While some is hidden, most is known
Tendrils lock into your heart and mind
Whispering their poisoned falsehoods
The weight of the future is not known
The size of the burden a potential estimate
Fluctuating as it becomes the now and then the past
The majority contributor the fear of the unknown
The weight of this moment is compromised
As it is heavily influenced by the others
Wavering control, mounting pain with no end
This weight indistinguishable from the others
None of these weights ring true on the scales
None of these burdens manifest uniformly
Every person is burdened differently
The weight composition of their own making
Will what burdens YOU be allowed to crush you?
Will YOUR spirit trail in the dirt, exhausted?
Will YOU assume weight that is not yours to carry?
Or will YOU unburden the yoke and choose more carefully?
I love waking up to a poem bursting to escape my mind. They rarely require much editing and usually spring forth complete. All of which feels miraculous to me considering how much I usually labour to write. This one is like a question for me to ponder on my journey to better mental health but I hope it provokes others to consider just what is weighing them down and even more importantly, why?