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Feeling like a burden to your loved ones is a weight that is the heaviest.. |
| The Weight I Never Set Down I apologize before I speak, as if my breath costs someone else air. I measure my words in teaspoons, afraid even honesty is too heavy. I fold myself smaller in doorways, learn how to carry my needs in my pockets, loose change that rattles but is never spent. When I ask for help, my voice arrives already guilty. I promise I won’t stay long, won’t ask twice, won’t need more than I deserve— whatever that is. I confuse love with tolerance, mistake silence for grace. If they don’t leave, I call it kindness, not realizing how low I’ve set the bar for being allowed to exist. Some days I imagine setting myself down— not disappearing, just resting without apology. Letting the world decide if my weight was ever the problem, or if I was simply taught to carry it alone. |