The Weight I Carry Alone

I carry
a weight
no one sees.

Not in my hands.
Not on my back.

But deep inside.

It presses.
Crushes.
Silent.

I smile
to hide it.

I laugh
to forget it.

But at night,
when no one watches

It’s there.

Pulling.
Tearing.

A war
I fight alone.

No cheers.
No witnesses.

Just quiet pain.

Sometimes
I wonder if
it would be easier

to drop it.

To let go.

But I hold on.

Because hope
whispers
there’s light ahead.

And I’m still here

still fighting
this invisible fight.