Weight of It All

Weight of it all—

That’s what gets me,

Slows me to a crawl,

Before I can cross

The length of the floor.

It presses on me, constantly,

An anvil whose doubt

Never seems in question,

And I dare not answer

What remains wordless.

I try unburdening myself—

Crash wherever it is I land,

Keep the thud from waking up

Anyone else in the next room,

But there’s always a commotion;

Someone phones 911 – STAT!

And you know how that goes.

So I need to take stock,

Balance myself accordingly,

Lose a pound of sorrow each day.

Until then, I must admit,

Tomorrow can’t come fast enough.