There Is A Weight On My Chest

There Is A Weight On My Chest

A Poem by Clara Kevie

There is a weight on my chest.
It makes me feel awful.
As if nothing in the world could lift it
So that I might never breath again,
Or at least not ever again with ease.

There is an awful weight on my chest.
It won't fall off when I stand.
If I could jump around all I like
It would firmly stay put.
It's to heavy to jump with, anyway.

It makes me feel awful.
It takes control of my face,
My emotions. My breath is not mine.
I grapple with fear, anxiety and stress
And mostly am able to  w a l k  the    t  i  g  h  t  r  o  p  e    
but this added weight makes it 
                                         snap   
                                                .     

© 2016 Clara Kevie


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Most times I feel like atlas.

I like the fonts here too it helps so much with presentation. You are good. :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


Clara Kevie

8 Years Ago

Thank you ^_^

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Added on January 8, 2016
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Tags: weight, problems, stress, tightrope, balance, depression

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Clara Kevie
Clara Kevie

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I'm a student with occasional desperate moments of figuring myself out. I write mostly casual whimsical fleeting thoughts. PM me; I take requests :) I'd appreciate if you left constructive fee.. more..

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