Weighted

Weighted

A Poem by Natasha

Sometimes

we have to move forward

with the pain attached to our backs.

Such pressure

following - lingering- for a while.

The force shoots down.

Bricks - added- added

as the body collapses.


The restful state breathes in,

neither numb nor peaceful.


The healing is a burden.

I just hope it gets better.

During the weak times we must rise.

Change is necessary

even if it means giving your heart up.



Change happens.

Chance happens.

© 2016 Natasha


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