Heavy as Such It Is

When even tears forget how to fall

By Chamu GonellaPublished 3 months ago • 1 min read

Held on the edge — waiting to fall, yet choosing not to.

Bubbled up, bubbled up —

despair, depressed,

nothing comes out.

Heavier and heavier,

as such it is.

I envy the dark floating clouds,

ready and precipitating,

trickling, bathing, soaking.

Where is mine?

When will it come —

that storm to break me free,

to hug me with open arms?

Heavy as such it is —

still,

nothing comes out.

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