Showing the Sun

You see, they have been weighing you all along.
You know this. You feel the weight of it.
You’ve carried it. For days. Years. Decades,
Carrying someone else’s weight,
someone else’s lies. Made yours.
By them, and after they are gone,
you carry the weight, as if it your own.

It is not. You were made to be light.
Made to be loved. Made to shed the weight
like a snakeskin, spreading wings,
laughing, you fly towards the light,
showing the sun how it’s done.
No longer theirs. Finally you and you alone.

About this poem

That weight you’re feeling. It’s likely not yours.

Tom