The Weight

I am long and lean and agile,

I am sleek, svelte, strong.

I am no longer trapped within the prison

that my physical form became.

My body now moves as commanded

in ways that it never has.

I no longer lumber and struggle

exhausted at the effort’s expense.

I note the changes in movement

in the feel of the clothes on my skin.

In the sounds as my feet hit the floor

in my breath as I rise up the stairs.

I feel freer in ways than I ever have

as if flight were possible now.

Yet the weight that resides within me

seems to have taken on a new depth.

I can’t seem to shake that feeling

of something dragging me down.

It’s almost like a whisper

or a melody’s refrain.

It is ever there and present

like something beneath the skin.

Growing and stretching me to my limits

until I don’t recognize myself.

When I move I feel the grace and ease

of becoming something else.

The shape and form and expression

of everything that I am.

But sitting here I feel it again

the heaviness of that weight.

I think that’s why I avoid mirrors now

I will see that it is still there.

 

 

 

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