There Is A Weight On My ChestA 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 but this added weight makes it .
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StatsAuthorClara KevieAboutI'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..Writing
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