To Be Heavy

Nothing is as shallow, as it is just as deep.

I repeat. Nothing is as shallow, as it is just as deep.

They say obesity is at an all time high.

Weight. It’s carried different for all.

Weight.

It’s weighing down on the world.

It’s weighing down on me.

Obesity; the weight of food and excessive fat.

The weight of crippling emotions that leave you struck.

It’s heavy she screams.

Silence answers back.

It’s pushing the shoulders of everyone in the world down.

Some can’t withstand the pressure.

Some make the drop.

Some hold steady shoulders.

They push back as their shoulders rise.

Only so many have mindsets that don’t weight them down.

It’s so heavy I say quietly.

She felt the life leaving her body.

It was so much weight.

It was heavy.

To be big.

Is to be heavy with emotions.

To scream I’m beautiful while nobody sees it.

They see the heaviness of the world on you.

They see the confidence on your shoulders.

They also see how they sag.

How your shoulders don’t hold up that confidence.

That maybe with the push of a finger or a negative word.

You’ll crumble.

Nothing is as shallow, as it is just as deep.

Everything is heavy and everything is light.

Nothing consistent.

It’s just life.