The sad stone

I’m carrying a weight, a heavy stone that sits over my heart.

It’s a crushing weight, really heavy, too heavy. It’s in my chest and I can’t breathe. It’s agony.

All I can do is hold it. Sometimes I can shift it a little, sometimes someone else helps me carry it for a while but sooner or later, when I’m alone, the crushing burden becomes mine again.

I want to give it back to you, but you got tired of holding it, so you gave it to me and now it’s all mine to carry alone.

The weight of it makes me tired, too exhausted to move or even want to move but I have to move. I have to keep taking another step and then another.

With each passing day I grow stronger. With every breath this burden will be easier to bear. With every moment the burden is shared the weight will ease, become lighter until, until maybe one day I will stop noticing it’s there..