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A load sits heavy and a load may grow
It may hurt your back
Until your burried down below
A load may crush you
And stomp you out
May soak up your water
Leaving nothing but drought
nothing but anger
Bountiful supplies of worry and doubt
I'm learning to let go
How?
I don't know
I just let myself feel
I don't push it away
And those in my life who chose to stray
Didn't need a gem like me anyway
My rise will be like a G6 plane
Soaring high
Beaming like sunshine on a warm Summer day
My skin of amber will soak up it's rays
Your kisses remain a stain on my skin
No way to wash clean of you
You tatted me within
I'm learning to let go
How?
I don't know
About the Creator
Cierra Reign
I am from The Bronx,NYC. I am passionate about food and poetry.
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