Heavy Soul

Weighted down

Like a heavy October frost,

My soul is pressed heavy

With a weight of sad.

It’s a weight that sits deep

With a presence that promises

To never leave, never give reprieve

Never give an opportunity to escape.

Escape, isn’t that what we want?

To find a moment of relief

From all this crazy of pain

Chaos, nonsensical madness.

I could numb.

I could distract.

Instead I do the opposite,

I feel, and I feel sad.

© 2020 MONICA C. VOSKAMP
Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

Photo Credit: Photo by Flo P on Unsplash

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