there’s a burden
that lies on me, heavily
or is it a twisted blessing?
i don’t really know
it’s like that feeling
of struggling to keep
your eyelids open
on a night you’re running on fumes
the tank is depleted
your eyes are on fire
yet something tells you
to keep them
from closing
there’s something special
about that moment
on one hand
you discover
what your will is like
the strength to fight it
on the other
sometimes you fail
the lids close
defeat, in a form
but rest is also victory
maybe the burden isn’t that bad
the question is,
what is the burden?
good question
i’m finding out day-by-day
a little bit
sometimes i forget
the cycle of growth
just maybe
