Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

weight of the world

to what extent are you willing to bend
your mind so that you’ll be able to mend
the broken staircase that slumps over,
a heavy weight on your spine which
people climb, sit, or sleep on – over time
it leaves you weak, wondering the ground
of the earth, looking at the dirt with
not much thought or consideration of your
worth within your crown

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: climbing

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