Sometimes I am heavy
And my feet drag
Forever forwards
Sinking in the sea
Yesterday I was shipwrecked
And my stabbed exterior
Burst with bloods
Descending to its deep demise
When I was born, I was heavy
And my tears tore
Torrents out of torment
Nourishing nothing
Today I am a restless sway
And my statue seeks
Impossible implosion
Scattered soul to stardust
Tomorrow I’ll be light
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sylviasearcher (
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Sylvia,
My first read of the day.
Relatable to my state of mind at the present time.
Uncannily, you’ve have zeroed in, with your first two stanzas, on how I feel today!
“Today I am a restless away”...
Perhaps...
“Tomorrow I’ll be light”
Thank you for sharing.
~Laura~
I hope you do feel lighter tomorrow, that heavy feeling sunk me this morning, but by the end of writing it was as though I was ready to be lighter
I’m not there yet.
I’ve been writing most of the morning...mostly gibberish...
but, this heaviness of mine is as heavy as yesterday’s.
And sometimes it’s okay to be heavy...
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