Poetry Tuesday

Rest escapes my soul and leaves a pain in the pit of my stomach.

My heart is spent from aching, my head from over-thinking.

The weight upon my being is heavy.

I cannot bear it.

Open your heart and I'll open mine.

Together, we'll lift our burdens and carry them.

We'll cast our weary souls into the sea, you and me.

We'll find the joy that living used to bring us.

-L