Heavy
You
ask “is it heavy?”
I
say “Some days”
Some
days it’s two back packs filled with stones.
One
my front, one on my back.
Some
days it’s someone in the mirror that I hate.
Some
days I forget it’s there…
then
I see a reflection.
Some
days it’s guilt that I’ve ruined a group photo.
Some
days it’s a zip across my mouth
When
I want to talk to the subject of a crush.
Some
days it’s the voice in my head telling me I’m not lovable
Because
of this extra weight that I carry.
Some
days it’s the pea in the mattress that stops me from resting comfortably.
Some
days it’s the choking regret of every mouthful.
You
ask “is it heavy?”
I
say “some days.”
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