The Weight of It

A Poem

Grace Moore

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Photo by Keagan Henman on Unsplash

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…

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Grace Moore

Learning to do this writer thing and sharing as I go. Poetry, CNF, mental health, and too many other interests. Support: ko-fi.com/gracemoore