Heavy

My feet pound against the ground,
heavy with each step.

Slowly tiring while picking up the feet of 200 pounds.

Why didn’t I do this when I was

135

150

175

But here I am, heavy still.
I’m picking up my heavy feet
as I feel out of place,
my heart heavy,
my head heavy with anxious thoughts,
so that one day, you won’t think I am.

Heavy

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