The weight

Heavy burdens

Failing expectations

Screaming thoughts to

Screaming voices

Who’ve would of told us that this was me to be.

At war with myself with the intelligence that was gifted to me; a curse of responsibility was entrusted for me

Can’t point the end of the barrel, can’t quit, and can’t let go

For my problems aren’t enough for the death of me.

Carry your weight; carry your heart

For aren’t I

Blessed for the burdens that weigh upon me; to gain resilient strength for the destiny that beckoned me?

To find my truths and loves to tell a story for others to see.

We’re in the prison of our minds and some don’t need more to be content in the space they reside in

I wanted more and this was the problem with me

Taking on challenges when the greatest challenge was to be content with what I have.

Can I focus on the next step, the next repetition of excellence? Can I exhaust myself and give myself rest and feel the dread of the day?

The burden weighing with the gravity that is steadily upon me. I can carry this well with a resolute heart, and unconquerable mind towards the adversities of life.