Bowed not Broken

Heavy, I feel heavy, my spirit is heavy, my body is tired.

These weights, these energies are dragging me down.

I try to stay about but its too much, coming from too many directions.

Even the simple things seem ridiculously hard most days.

I go on because I must, dragging these weights behind me.

I want to put the weight down and run free but that not the world I live in.

I’m carrying weights my ancestors carried with more being added by the minute.

Weights designed to break me but I won’t be broken.

I may be bowed but I continue, just as my ancestors continued.

I will continue.