The Weight of Words

These words carry weight
only I can feel. There’s a heavy load
not easily shown. The pain you cause
is all too real. Your words weigh a lot,
although I do not. I feel awfully heavy,
but I’m moving steady. I hope to lose
this weight when I’m ready.
This weight has made me stronger
as your words help me now.
No matter what is said,
I don’t feel pressure. I don’t feel
this heavy load as I walk this road.
I’m used to this weight; it must be fate.
Your words may be heavy, but not to me.
I know these words will set me free.

The Deep End

I’ll never forget how to swim.

I’ll never forget this water I’m in.

Drifting away, I lost sight of the shore.

All night and day, I swim some more.

Powerful waves push me around.

I’ll do anything to not sink down.

As a kid, my feet touched the ground.

As an adult, I hear a different sound.

Bobbing up and down, I drift away.

Impossible to be found, I swim all day.

In a matter of years, this water got deeper.

This open water is a natural peace keeper.

I paddle through wakes for my own sake

as I swim to the deep end to meet my fate.

Windy City

Against the odds, the tree stood strong in the wind

and continued to hold up, even against the humans.

For years, green leaves danced like two birds in love

during changing seasons, moving without reason

as sap slowly dripped down the rough side of the tree,

and without remedy, formed a steady stream.

The tree’s branches shot in every direction,

reaching and growing

at a slow rate, dictating a fate without even knowing

which way the wind was blowing.

Almost touching the sky, the tree has seen it all

and lived long enough to see many fall.

Wiser than ever, wrinkles riddled the tree’s skin

showing on-goers of a time back when.

Time has revealed its true course but the tree

remained eager, feeling more alive than ever.

But One cold day, chills filled the whole tree

and the singing birds were forced to leave

as the temperature dropped to a low degree

and snowflakes worked into the breeze.

The dancing leaves weaved trough

the air landing softly on the snowy ground

before shriveling up without a sound.

The bark on the tree fell off quickly and the branches

followed after causing my anger to grow faster.

Wind came and snow fell before life I mastered

But I can’t blame the earth for a natural disaster.