This load.Sometimes it takes up all the space in the room.It sits next to you, follows you around,refusing to be left behinduntil you start believing you're the only onebarely holding it together.This load,It breaks you until pain feels important.It walks around the room like it owns the place.For a moment,You don’t think about the woman… Continue reading The Load
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Masked
We walk with shoulders raised to our ears,counting strides as if pride alone could carry us.Our waists swing side to side,our faces carved into smiles,the perfect image the world demands. But beneath those smiles,we hide skeletons of shame and pain,stories too heavy to tell. Sometimes I laugh when I think about my life,Other days I… Continue reading Masked
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