Weight You Carry

Have you ever thought about,

The unintentional pressure,

Of the weight you carry;

How you look at yourself,

In all your glory,

And often frown;

At those little imperfections.

Not letting go of a single burden,

Not okay with being called a clown,

Yes, it's not all hunky-dory;

This weight you carry,

Has more depth and history,

Than all the curves of your body;

Listen be gentle with your approach.

Let the mind and body be your guide,

It's okay not to pick a side,

All those you shamed you, made you cry;

Pain that's invisible to the naked eye,

Maybe because it's on the inside,

But make sure you still keep that pride;

And take every wounded feather in your stride.