The Weight of Me

As the weight of me grew,
I found myself stepping
On dreams
Braking them to shards.
Dancing on the glittering
Fragments
Of loss.

They couldn’t support me anymore.

As the weight of me grew,
I found I could push,
Pull,
Cary,
Loads that dwarfed others.

I didn’t always need help.

As the weight of me grew,
I gained,
I lost,
I changed,
Paying the cost of filling.

Often hungry for more.

As the weight if me grew,
I knew I would burst.
Self saturation
Dragging me down.
Stagnant strength.

I was lost in my own veins.

As the weight of me grew,
Swollen limbs restricted.
Forced to sit still
In filth
Unsated want.

I had, had enough of self.

As the weight if me dripped,
I raged.
Sweating,
Cursing,
Hurling up bits.

They had turned to poison.

As the weight of me balanced,
I was shame.
Until it rained,
Washing clean my ruin.
Revealing empty skin.

Hunger lingered on.

Longing to fill sagging emptiness.
Hunting purpose.
Seeking strength I once owned.
Still,
Leery of gorging on self.

I still remember that slow poison.

Then you took my hand
And the weight of me
Felt weak.
So,
You gave me a drink.

Homely soup for my soul.

It satisfied
And I shared myself too.
With crumbs of words,
A sprinkle of laughter,
We nourished each other.

And the weight of me found peace.