I’ve held the weight long enough,
a bellow deep in the soul.
Its held me too,
a realization of enormous gravity pushing down.
How have you lived this long?
a question asked, astonished against improbable odds.
How will you keep going?
an introspection, answer weighed, heft, but simply said.
I will put it down. I will let it go,
a gentle placement, because you acknowledge how it hurt and lived.
And I will walk again,
and you will walk again.