The Weight - Poem by Ronald Shields
Against the day I am powerless
so I rise
to face it
in the mirror.
I wash it,
for a world that will not see it.
The children are first off the mark.
They are young
When does it change?
When will they feel
gravity as if for the first time?
My wife is next to leave.
of this Woman
keeps it all
from collapsing in on us.
The weight that is mine comes in pieces
in my chest,
on my back,
I am hopeless, cannot walk out the door.
This weight is not the same for you and me.
has a cost.
exacts its toll.
we each have our own price to pay.
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