The weight of time

There was a time when life was weightless, undemanding, endless.

But dreams and concerns entered my soul, infused my spine, made way with my heart.

These memories that become heavy.
These lessons that argue to be shared.
These moments that I would not wish back.

Time is heavy but, It leaves me feeling grounded where once I felt a lack of anchor.

I am at one with my life.
My heart is just soil and my memories are marbled rocks along the garden path.


Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

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