The Weight I Carry Poem by Natasa To

Every morning, I wake up tired,

With a thousand thoughts and dreams desired.

A smile upon my face I wear,

While hiding the pain nobody can share.

Life moves fast, and time won't wait,

I carry my worries, my fears, my fate.

So many duties, so much to do,

Yet hardly a moment to breathe through.

Some days I feel I'm losing my way,

Fighting silent battles every day.

I give my best, though I feel so weak,

Searching for the peace I desperately seek.

I cry in silence, I hurt within,

Yet every morning, I rise again.

No one can see the storms I fight,

Or how I struggle to make things right.

But deep inside, a spark remains,

A little hope beyond the pain.

For even storms must fade away,

And brighter skies will come someday.

I may be tired, but I won't fall,

I've faced so much, yet survived it all.

My life is stressful, my journey is tough,

But I am stronger than I think I am enough.

One day, I hope to live, not just survive;

To find my peace, my joy, my life.

And when I look back at all I've been through,

I'll be proud of the person who made it through. ❤️