Weight

The weight of all my sins have bore down upon me, building upon my back and I’ve been bending. For months, for years, I have bent. Springing back came so easy, I thought I was fine. I swore I was fine. I convinced myself I was fine. I promised I was fine. I was not fine.

The weight of all my sins came crashing down. Piling high all around my heels, my knees, my waist. Caving in around my chest. I thought I was breathing. I swore I was breathing. I convinced myself I was breathing. I promised myself I was breathing. I was not breathing.

The weight of all my sins came before me. Presenting to me what I have walked away from. Reminding me of who I used to be. I thought I was healed. I swore I was healed. I convinced myself I was healed. I promised I was healed. I was not healed.

Here are the weight of all my sins. Laid out all around me. Driving me insane. Telling me I will stay the same. Reminding me I will stay the same. Swearing to me I will stay the same. Promising me I will stay the same. I will not stay the same.