The Weight of It
There is a heaviness and it lives inside of me
You love me, but have you felt this weight?
Tested it in your hands?
You call this love a blessing,
but sometimes I look at you and see
Atlas, cursed to hold up the sky
his shoulders bent with an eternity of
all that weight on his back
Have you thought about how this love
might wear you down if you
carry it all your life?
I do the best I can to
lighten your load
I want your years,
all of them
and there is no one else
I trust with me but you
Can you carry that, too?
The weight of me
on your chest
in your head
in your hands
Is it heavy?
Is it too heavy?
What if it gets heavier every year
What if you wake up years from now,
realize the burden that’s been there all along?
what if Atlas
puts the heavens down?
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Grace Moore is a writer from Washington. She writes fiction, creative nonfiction, and the occasional poem. She also writes articles on travel, mental health, writing, and books. Sometimes she’s funny, or at least that’s what her mom says. Follow her on Instagram @gracieawriter.