It must have been heavier than I thought.
Stepped on the scale this morning
and noticed I’d reached my goal.
Could it have been so weighty as
to make all the difference?
My heart’s still heavy; my muscles ache.
Should my shoulders feel lighter?
My legs are antsy and restless but
my feet aren’t moving any faster.
There’s a lightness in my hand, though.
Just a trace of an outline of all that has been.
No sound as I tap it on the table,
nothing there to twist round.
Just the thoughts in my head
That won’t let me rest.
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this feels heavy and sad, I can feel the pain. nice poem very expressive.