if it’s heavy

if it’s heavy, let it go
black and blue will change 
it’s hue over time
let sorrow sink down your back
from your rugged shoulders
and onto the ground below

if it’s heavy, let it go
that thorn in your side
masks the beauty of the 
flower that could
bloom if only watered once 
each time the sun rises above the horizon

if it’s heavy, let it go
all of those burdens you
carry while you walk alone
the misery of past torment
the sting of departure
the fragments of promises
barbed beneath your bare feet

if it’s heavy, let it go
unclench your fists
so they can stop grasping
for things they cannot get back
if it’s heavy, let it go.

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