Too Heavy to Fly

(From Pxhere)

Watch her, shimmering, as the room gets colder and colder, and the heater display signals error.

Crouched under piled clothes, her purse upside-down, personal effects scattered on the ground; a sombre day sets to go off.

Never in life, she thought about, pregnant for the second time, yet the light doesn’t reach her eyes.

Something from the past comes back; stiff air, hard life — another stranger, owning a part of her inner side.

Not desire, errors do come by surprise.

Her little thing grew that knowledge inside: scared to fail, scared to rise.
That past shows her every time, others’ trips are too heavy to fly.

Alessia Petrolito