By Neeta Kejriwal

It is the heart, or the mind
It’s the pain, or the endurance
What’s weighing me down....
It’s the past or the fear of the future,
The fear of the hidden or what is seen
What’s weighing me down….
The thought of being stuck or
The thought of breaking free
What’s weighing me down....
I will raise my being or
Yet again, I will be drowned,
What’s weighing me down….
It’s my failing strength or
The pull of something beyond my strength,
what’s weighing me down....
It’s the cold chilly wind,
Or the frightening chills down my spine
What’s weighing me down.....
Beautiful…soulful…