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It's heavy.

It is enough.

I cannot carry it any longer I tell myself.

My tears flow like a river,

There is no dam to contain,

Like a forceful tide they broke through.

There is nothing that satisfies, no substitutes for what I long for.

And my heart bleeds.

I keep hoping that the tears release the toxins of my soul.

No lover or friend can lighten this load that seems like a permanent addition to my frame.

The heavy chains are fastened to my heart.

They say everything gets better in time yet time passes with no relief.

I continue to hope that the invisible hand orchestrating every event knows best.

When I think I can't carry one more thing,

I realize that what I can carry is now much more than before.

My frame seems bent, distorted under the weight but it must be that my strength is ever increasing.

Yes, it must be that my capacity increases under the weight.