Every day I disrobe the tangible elements of life and stand on the broken, unbalanced scale of society and stare in the mirror and weigh myself.
Some days I scrutinize each tear as they fall, imagining that they are shooting stars that could grant my wish of taking away the weight of some of these burdens.
Even when my tears filled forty gallon pails, I still weighed a ton.
Everyday I disrobe the tangible elements of life and stand on this broken, unbalanced scale of society and stare in the mirror and weigh myself.
This weight is too heavy for the farce called Reality TV.
No network is brave enough to share the real faces of you and me.
Fate hands us the most beautifully wrapped trials and tribulations as heavy and deadly as the atomic bomb, and lovingly lays them across our chest, forcing the air right out of our lungs but we still have to stand up straight and function as if this weight does not exist.
We still have to stand up straight and walk as if our body doesn’t ache from the pressure of depression compressing our soul.
I find myself unconsciously, robotically sucking in the extra weight so I can fit into the different molds of the personas the outside world befriends and society accepts.
The mother mold, the wife mold, the friend mold, the model employee mold- there is rarely anytime for me to wear my- just me mold.
I suck in the extra weight so I can fit into these molds that have no windows, so at times my creativity becomes stagnant and my soul begins to drown in the puddles of sweat formed by anxiety.
I suck in the extra weight, hoping it doesn’t show as I greet you with a warm hello, or hug or smile.
I discovered that there is no surgery that can cure this weight problem.
So I get my therapy from poetry.
Each poem encapsulates the burdens from my soul into verses that recycle them into something meaningful.
This poem is for you.
This is for the 280 million people in the world that suffer in silence on a daily basis.
This is for you.
I am you.
Everyday we disrobe the tangible elements of life.
Everyday we stand on the broken, unbalanced scale of society.
Everyday we stare in the mirror and weigh ourselves.
This poem is for you.
I see you.
I feel you.
I write these words with hope that they penetrate the manufactured molds of society and let you know that you can do this.
