Weight

After Psalm 32

The weight

pressed upon me, heavy,

deadening, imprisoning

me into immobility,

the wasting away

beginning, sapping

strength, draining,

emptying

I cried out

Believing they meant

freedom, I placed

these chains on myself

I cried out

a heart opening

and emptying,

a spirit surrendering

and acknowledging,

a soul unfolding

what it had hidden

The cry was heard

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