Some times it lays heavily on me like a brick
Like a basket full of stones, weighing me down
Like a skydiver’s doom, a chute with no strings
Like a bag full of subzero over my head
Like all the opposites of whatever I need
Like all my troubles wrapped into one
Like nothing I can hold and everything I hate
Like all the blasted light at the end of my line
Just Like me right now
Sometimes I just wanna run away to anywhere safe
Where I don’t have to be strong and intelligent
And capable and unstoppable
Where bricks build strong houses to lie in rest
And I can hold my weary soul close
And sing myself soundly asleep
And Begin Again
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Some days make our spirit….and the burden….heavy. You expressed it beautifully, without wanting pity. None of us want pity, we just want our dang bodies and Life back! Well done.
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