issue 02

Issue 02 · poem 6

The Quiet Carry

The weight of the world

grows heavy.

The uncertainty of the future

makes my heart race,

my hands tremble.

The instability of change

brings a lump to my throat

that won't be swallowed.

But with stubborn shoulders pulled back,

head held high,

face relaxed,

eyes softened,

and a small smile...

no one will know.

And as I sit with my feelings,

consumed by worry,

I realise:

everyone around me,

known or unknown,

carries their own heaviness,

uncertainty,

and instability.

Like ships passing in the night,

I am unaware of their burdens,

and they are blind to mine.

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