Weight of the World

I feel the weight

of the world

resting on my heart,

 

choking me,

forcing me to

appreciate the beauty

of ache and destruction,

of love and life;

 

I crouch and

curl into myself,

taking your

 

tears

smiles

laughter

hugs

screams

punches

dreams

failures

successes

 

into me, making the pain of

the world me, until we are

 

one

 

and I feel death as if it was

knocking on my door, ready

to take me by the hand, coaxing

me and reassuring me that it

 

is not evil, that it is the next step,

that it is okay to cry, and to love,

to feel the brutal throbbing pain

that strikes the color red before my

eyes until all I can see is

 

red

 

and then it is gone, it is lifted,

it is floating amongst the rest

of the population, and my lungs

can expand, breathe;

 

my eyes can

blink

blink

blink

 

as though I am a newborn, seeing

the world for the first time, as though

 

I am emerging from water,

head breaking through the glassy shield

that kept me from the air for so long

Author's Note

Another dark piece. I don't even truly know what it means, it kind of just poured out of me. Any feedback is welcome, like usual. Thank you to those who continuously read and comment my work!

Reviews

[Alice]

THIS IS AMAZING. I think this is your best work yet. Keep them coming girlie.

[Moflo]

The formatting of this is really nice and I think there can be many meanings deduced. Its a great write, with great emotions coming off the page. Good job!

[Michael]

By reading this it makes me feel as if death is a way of escape, an escape from the harshness and reality of the pain that love can bring upon us... brilliant piece I give it two thumbs up

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

This is beautiful- and yes, it is dark. But feelings can be dark, I guess just because of the secrets locked inside our hearts. Sometimes It's good to let them out so they don't rot away.
Great job!