The Heaviness That Breathes

The face looks calm, the path seems straight,

But not all hearts can lift their weight.

A silent war, a hidden burn,

No outward sign, no sharp return.

The world expects, the soul complies,

Yet something crumbles, low and wise.

Not shattered, no, but quietly

Dismantled by what none can see.

Small things now drag like anchor chains,

The smallest words can leave deep stains.

But still the role is played with grace,

A storm concealed behind a face.

No healing comes from hollow speech,

Just sit within the heavy reach.

The load grows light not through remove,

But sharing weight none else could prove.