Again

I’m feeling it again.

Heavy.

No matter how many times I rise,
the weight shifts
leaving me unsteady.

No matter how many times I step up,
the load only grows
returning me to my knees.

Why must I always crawl?

What have I done to share the fate of Atlas?

Beneath this calm exterior
there is anger,
a growing flame
that threatens to burst out
in defiance of this state
in which I am seemingly trapped.

Beneath this calm exterior
that smiles softly,
there is also a deep sadness
that represses the inferno
and hopes
for someone to help carry the load.