The Weight
free verse poem, with audio
Published in
2 min readNov 15, 2019
As a boy, he felt the weight of his heart
heavy in his hands. He worried on
ㅤㅤwhat to do,
ㅤㅤhow to hold
ㅤㅤthis load
of longing, hauling him down,
ㅤㅤdown,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤdown,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤinto blue depths
ㅤㅤㅤㅤof unknowing.
The smile of a girl, gentle
rosebud bow, with a quiver
twinned the beating mass
ㅤㅤgrasped
ㅤㅤhard
outside
his chest.
He could not replace it then. What was
once whole, bled unstopped
through the splay
of quaking fingers.
Open hands. They held
so poor an offering;
bound to be
refused.
