It’s a hauntinga heavinessanchoring my heartto abyssal depthsI do jumping jacksI repeat affirmationsI meditate on the eternalI stop scrolling the newsIn moments of peacein the quiet of peacestill the anvil of thiscrushes meLooking over my shoulderthis heaviness glares
The bill is due, “it” the beast and “it’s” beasties, are self annihilating. Payback happens. Stay calm and write on, the language that comes from your body. Love peace and poetry, Geraldine
Your words beautifully capture the struggle of carrying an invisible burden. It’s a powerful reminder that even in moments of peace, the weight can feel inescapable. Thank you for sharing such a raw and honest reflection.
“But is heaviness truly deplorable and lightness splendid? . . . The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become. Conversely, the absolute absence of a burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant. What then shall we choose? Weight or lightness?”
I’ve read that oppression often brings about greater creativity, and perhaps all this pressure will break enough norms to bring about a more equitable society.
I really recognise this feeling you describe, from so many of my US readers…
The weight
the awful weight
smothers and betrays
the best of us
I look on askance at all you are going through with that awful man and his enablers at his side. Praying good will triumph over the evil he seems so intent on perpetuating 🥲
This is a suitably charged existential lament based on all the horrendous stuff happening in the world at the moment. Thoughts and prayers with you 🙏 I feel the weight too.
Intense. Powerful. The good news is the Supreme Court finally sided with the constitution on tariffs. Perhaps he was late with his payment.
Thanks, Ray! He never pays his bills. But hoping you’re right about checks and balances creaking into motion again.
The bill is due, “it” the beast and “it’s” beasties, are self annihilating. Payback happens. Stay calm and write on, the language that comes from your body. Love peace and poetry, Geraldine
Love that: the language that comes from your body! Thanks, Lady G, for the encouraging words. I know it won’t stay like this.
I feel this deeply. Well done, Nora.
Oh, thank you, Ross!
Your words beautifully capture the struggle of carrying an invisible burden. It’s a powerful reminder that even in moments of peace, the weight can feel inescapable. Thank you for sharing such a raw and honest reflection.
I think acknowledging the heaviness we’re all feeling lessens the burden just a bit. And you’ve done that with your kind comments. Thank you, Aaliya!
“But is heaviness truly deplorable and lightness splendid? . . . The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become. Conversely, the absolute absence of a burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant. What then shall we choose? Weight or lightness?”
–Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Interesting. I hadn’t thought about it that way.
I’ve read that oppression often brings about greater creativity, and perhaps all this pressure will break enough norms to bring about a more equitable society.
Still, I’d like to be free of the pall.
I really recognise this feeling you describe, from so many of my US readers…
The weight
the awful weight
smothers and betrays
the best of us
I look on askance at all you are going through with that awful man and his enablers at his side. Praying good will triumph over the evil he seems so intent on perpetuating 🥲
Thank you so much, Esther, for your prayers and empathy. I appreciate your reaching out.
Just finished your Wuthering Heights piece. A much needed reminder of all the wonder and love in this world. That man cannot overshadow that.
Bless you and the memory of Dom. 🌹
❤️❤️❤️
This is a suitably charged existential lament based on all the horrendous stuff happening in the world at the moment. Thoughts and prayers with you 🙏 I feel the weight too.
Thanks so much for reading and commenting. I continue to hope.
You definitely captured the lead ball of awareness we are getting crushed by at the minute. Good work.
Thanks so much, Alex! Every time one of those banners is unfurled on public buildings, the pressure seems to build.
Beautifully said! Mo and I express the same sentiment on a daily basis, but you nailed it. ❤️
Thanks a million, Mitch!!
I feel your pain, Nora.
I pray your shoulders are just big enough to bear it.
Thanks, Stephen! I hope the country can bear it.🙏
And this too will pass
Amen.
Thank you, Bran!
Thank you for this powerful poem! Felt so closely at this time.