A yoke tied to dead weight;
It slows you, drops you, stops you.
It does not kill you, the makers mark, the trial by fire, the proofing;
Out you emerge, stronger, useful, different yet the same.
No longer a lump of clay, but a planter for new life, a vase to beautify your area, a plate to display with pride.
The loads we carry belong to us. We can choose to be held in stasis, or mold ourselves into the us we were meant to be.
Sadness is heavy, I can't carry that strong a weight, nor be bogged down carrying someone who is...
Sadness is heavy, feel the pain a while and let it go.
Sadness is the black pit you fall in to, the darkness of a cavern, deep like a canyon, yet strangely empty.
Sadness envelops you, it works inside until you can't breathe.
Defeating your sadness is laughter and planning.
Some will like you some won't, those who don't.....be confident in yourself. People see others from the outside first then they see the inside.
Make your inside beautiful or at least less dingy.