The Weight

Tue, 12/31/2013 - 00:19 -- jjg213


Are you mad at me?

I sent you to the hospital because I’ve been there

Been where you are now


I was surprised when you thanked me

Now I feel awkward

I couldn’t let you die


You think I am a boulder

You lean on me enough to feel the weight

Yet I still stand tall and strong


Others sense my strength

They lean on me

Each adding a weight


I begin to stumble

Even the strongest falter eventually

Even the strongest need support


Cracks have begun to form at the surface

I fear that these cracks will begin to run deep

I have been the strong one for so long


Now I need someone stronger

Or else I will be crushed

Crushed from the weights of these burdens.


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