Heavy
Heavy is the heart that breaks under expectations,
Infinitely searching without any explanations
Only to find chaotic thoughts lurking within,
Linger in layers of rotting fruit, or perhaps an onion.
Everything whirls in a blend of mixed truths and lies,
Words and expressions forming their own disguise,
Emerging from the torment of darkness into light,
Awaiting hidden miracles on this pre-Easter night.
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A spring afternoon can bring a form of resurrection,
Protests in response to those who seek an insurrection
People holding signs while finding common ground
Not going down without fighting, unafraid to make a sound.
Here, in this birthplace of the American Revolution
People still believe in upholding the Constitution
On this two hundred and fiftieth anniversary
Of when people fought and struggled to become free.
Heaviness of thought weighing on the mind,
Wondering how people can justify actions that are unkind
Whether it be thoughtless words or harmful deeds
Hiding behind what they perceive to be creeds.
The heaviness of everything weighs upon me in sorrow
While looking toward the promise of a brighter tomorrow.
4–19–2025
