WeightedA Poem by NatashaSometimes 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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Added on September 10, 2016 Last Updated on September 10, 2016 AuthorNatashaMNAboutWelcome to my poetry page filled with an abundance and wide range of topics. Hope you enjoy! The only thing you should know about me is that my favorite band is Tool. more..Writing
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