When the weight of your heart
feels like the weight of the world,
too heavy for your soul to hold.
When self-sabotage makes you
a stalemate, frozen in time,
a cloud of smoke with no high, a haze
you can’t afford to be stuck in.
When figuring out how to escape
becomes a full time job and your
face doesn’t look like yours. Your
eyes have lost their light, 23 years
of baggage hang beneath them
of the world to see. and your smile-
its genuineness has been swallowed
by your own teeth and throat.
I hope you recognize the difference
between yourself and the haze.
I pray you let yourself live your days.