“The Weight”

A silent fog that veils the day,
A voice that whispers, “Hide away.”
The sun still shines, but not for me—
Its warmth a distant memory.

Each breath is like a mountain climbed,
Each thought a tangle, undefined.
A thousand smiles I try to wear,
But none of them feel like they’re there.

The world moves on with steady pace,
While I remain in this dark place.
A heavy coat I didn’t choose,
Worn threadbare from the paths I lose.

The mirror shows a hollow stare,
A ghost who’s trapped but doesn’t dare
To ask for help or speak the pain—
Ashamed of tears that fall like rain.

But still, inside, a flicker stays,
A fragile hope that bends but prays.
That maybe in the morning light,
The weight will lift, the world turn bright.

Until that day, I breathe, I stay,
I take it moment, step, and day.
For even shadows fear the dawn,
And I will fight until they’re gone.