The Weight of Gold

The watch strapped to my wrist,

doesn’t just tell the time,

it tracks every ghost of the nights I’ve spent chasing it.

You say, “Think bigger.”

I ask, “How much bigger?”

Will this glittering dust finally bring me peace,

or just another label to carry?

Wrapped in this expensive skin,

I am searching for the pieces of who I used to be.

Don’t mark me with the tag of ‘success.’

Just give me that one moment,

where I can stand before the mirror,

and look myself in the eye without flinching.

Tonight, I am not being for anyone else.

I am simply, finally, here for myself.