The weight of it is sneaky
the weight of another’s soul
little by little
they lay it on
until they no longer carry
the weight of their own load
The weight of it is heavy
the weight of another’s wounds
questions bite at your self-worth
as they try to heal their own
small words stack on your shoulders
judgments
wounds
rise up from the deep
leaving smoke screens
layers of confusion
between who you are
and who they need
The weight of it is lonely
the weight of another’s fears
insecurities muddy your confidence
and just when you thought
you walked together
hand in hand
from desert to oasis
the grip tightens
and you finally see
the mirage
The weight of it is scary
the weight of another’s life
a tightrope with
a tipping point
sharp edges
unpredictable winds
You walk on
then you stumble
You walk tall
then you crumble
One foot in front of the other
you’ve gone too far
to turn back
The weight of it is hard to face
the weight of the realization
that you owe this weight
to no one
that you owe a change
to no one
no one
but yourself
The weight of it is a wake-up call
to put down
what you’ve picked up
The weight of this is not yours
to carry
go on
set it down
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