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The weight.

Little river,

full of such sorrow;

remind me to love

a little deeper tomorrow.

To lift away the pain

from humanities’ brow

and hold it at heart.

To heal the wounds of hate

and let my hurt escape

through you

–Blue eyes bubbling with the weight.


The weight,

found in their sorrow;

pulls me down sometimes.

Holds me back a little,

slams a heavy hammer

against my fluttering spirit

and chains me with barbed wire

to make me doubt my love

and let my compassion escape

the weight,

that wears out my blue bulging eyes.


I want to lift humanities’ pain

but sometimes that is my chain.

I want to heal our world’s wounds

but am crushed under its weight.


Let me know your thoughts in the comments below.

Thank you for reading and giving me your feedback.

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”




I am a young and enthusiastic writer, fresh out of highschool and into college at IUSB. I babysit and work and live life to it's fullest. I write. I read. I do yoga. And plan to become. Yoga intructers as well. I grew up on a farm and can't,t wait to move back to the country in my tiny house I have already planned out. Sometimes I'm a little melodramatic but rarely. I'm a spiritual healer, a hopeless romantic, a book worm, and very nostalgic. Thanks for stopping by.

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