These shoulders, they're strong
Because they've had to be -
They've carried these weights for so long.
They've been beaten and worn
With my own thoughts, you see
Because my heart has been ripped and torn.
I know what I believe and want
I know who I am as me.
But my thoughts are heavy, and they haunt.
Silent, invisible, barely there,
For a time, I feel free.
But I alway feel their presence, their everlasting stare.
I know that they'll return,
For they always have a key.
They enter at night, light a match, and set my heart to burn.
I have a lot on my shoulders
They're all just thoughts, really
And I carry them with me as my own self-built boulders.
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The Trials
Poetry1st place winner in the 2017 Mystic Awards! These are poems that were written during a really difficult chapter of my life, and writing them helped me to survive it. I hope you find something in them.
