What seemed so light moments before threatened to pull her down into the depths of despair
Every time it happened it took so much strength to try to pick up the pieces and try to move on
It was no use. She broke.
Giving way to the gravity of it all, she sunk to the floor
Her eyes teared up, the heavy drops of water falling
They were children!
Determined to consume her weight in pasta
It tasted so good. The sauce was so savory
Slurping noodle after noodle splattered sauce everywhere
Her date watched with a hungry smile. He thought she was such a tasty…
The mark denoted a change in status.
It meant that one more thing was off the list.
Culling one more bit of weight from his soul.
Knowing that tomorrow the boss would just add five more.
Given how much it meant to her, this failure left her soul feeling heavy
Reason told her this time wasn’t any different then the million times before
And she knew she should let go of that emotional weight
Vanity wouldn’t let that happen, though
It kept her rooted firmly on the ground
That pressure to beat Sisyphus by pushing up her metaphorical boulder
Yielded the same result. She never left her personal black hole
So many things piled on
The weight of carrying it all made her hunch her shoulders and hurt her back
Almost bringing her to her knees with white-hot daggers of pain
Carrying all those troubles may be crippling, but
Keeping them away from her family was her salve
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Adrift in a sea of high emotions
No sunrise on the horizon to be found
Caution blew away with the high winds hours ago
Hearing the waves pounding on the rocks
Only thing he could safely do was ground himself against the current
Releasing the weight, he felt it plunge deep and hold, but for how long
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Diplomas carry so much weight for mere pieces of paper
Everything that goes into them distilled into a few words
Giving the holder the opportunity to advertise themselves
Revealing their skills and knowledge
Experiences woven into the very fibers
Education immortalized in the transient
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Simple reactions born of hydrogen and gravity
Taking that simplest of building blocks
And combining into something more and more
Radiating energy with every step
Developing into heavier and heavier thing
Until the sun collapses under the weight of the products
Supernova scatters the remains across space and time
Till you and I were created
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Sarah eventually got her group to her cabin on the mountain
Her cache of weapons were gone though, and that made her nervous
As she looked over the clearing, Sarah wondered where the thieves had gone
Reaching for her pistol, she called out for two of her group to follow
Everyone had to pull their weight, but Sarah wondered for how long
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Giving the topic the weight it deserved
Rob thought about how heavy this discussion was going to be
Acerbity left his mouth fowled
Veiled threats forced themselves into his thoughts
It put pressure on what he was about to do
To think his dignity was about be sucked into a black hole
Yet he still made the airplane noises to get John to eat is peas
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