The Weight On My Chest

The weight on my chest
lying in wait 
ready to remind 
that it is like fate

When you think 
you are happy,
you think the weight 
is gone,
you think the pain is over,
and it has only just begun

You feel it press 
pound, and suffocate,
it drowns you 
in countless doubts
you try to fight
too late

The weight on my chest
hits you when you
think it's done
it comes in punching
relentless, beating like
the sun

Maybe, you think 
the weight starts to lift
when really the weight 
can only shift

There is no way 
to beat it when it 
decides to show up
the weight smothers you 
in feelings 
that you'll
never be loved

But sometimes 
you wonder 
how it might be 
if you could fend it off,
if you might truly break free

No then you remember
the effort it'd take
how you only know this
familiar, empty ache

You don't even try to protest
for only trouble could you cause
and the weight on my chest 
keeps you in its jaws

Author's Note

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