The weight I carry will not diet off
No diet helps me, no pills nothing
The weight I carry will not diet off
It is not on scales,
it is not in mirrors,
it is not in clothes
that refuse to fit.
It lives in the chest,
it breathes with me,
it walks beside me,
though no one sees.
It is silence unspoken,
it is sorrow unbroken,
it is the heaviness
memory leaves behind.
No diet will shift it,
no mirror will show it,
it bends my back
without a sound.
The body can change,
but the soul still aches,
and the weight remains,
rooted in bone.
It cannot be cut,
it cannot be lost,
it clings like shadow,
through every day.
The weight I carry
is not flesh,
it is memory,
it is grief.
And only the grave
will take it away.
Until that rest,
I walk with it still,
a shadow that lingers,
a burden of will.
It is mine alone,
yet it shapes me,
and still I rise,
though bent with it.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
You are dealing with living and learning to accept whatever happens. Good job.
I have written about grief, this very powerful , sending hugs
Grief really does feel like a weight we carry every day. Beautifully expressed.