burden

the little boy was burdened by the weight that he carried,
the full thing that rested on his shoulders,
this thing was invisible,
and the more he noticed it was there, the heavier it grew,
because this weight reminded him of how unhappy he felt,
how with every fake smile, or every fake laugh
he grew emptier,
and that weight grew consuming him up,
until one day he picked up a pencil and wrote,
he wrote about this weight,
about how he felt,
and as he wrote,
as he let go of the emotions he kept bottled up,
he let go of the weight,
until he was finally free

sarcasimish

VT

YWP Alumni

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  • Thoughts on English

    Angles, angels
    I used to mix up angels and angles
    The spelling got me
    English was hard to learn especially Since i didn’t really want to learn it

    Once, twice, thrice
    I still don’t find it fair that thrice isn’t a thing
  • Graduation

    I’m walking tomorrow

    For my mother who never even got to high school
    Who frowns whenever I’ve put my schoolwork over cleaning my room 

    I’m walking tomorrow 
  • Siblingship

    The bond of siblings doesn’t quite make sense,
    Because I will go half hungry so they can eat the other part of my sandwich,

    The simmering heat of anger that a sibling can make you burn with can be quite questionable,