Heavy Hearted
I carry weight in my chest
Under the layers of muscle and fat
beneath every fiber and bone
I place my hand over my heart
it’s slow
heavy with something I’ve never been able to pinpoint
never been able to loose
despite all the diets I’ve been on
or therapist I’ve seen
” you’re just heavy hearted” my mother tells me
“it’s not a bad thing”
But yet
they aren’t the one living with the constant ache in their chest
they don’t feel every sorrow filled beat struggle against every thought
every emotion and conversation
my pulse quickens
my heart drags through my chest
Struggling to keep pace