The weight of invisible things

A poem about the unseen burdens we carry - unspoken fears, lingering doubts, and quiet sorrows.

The weight of invisible things 

There are weights we carry, thin as air,

They drift unseen, but linger there,

A burden light, yet heavy too,

In shades of gray and muted blue.

They gather soft, in quiet hours,

In empty rooms, like fragile flowers,

Petals made of whispered fears,

And thoughts we’ve held for hidden years.

No one sees these ghosts we bear,

They’re woven fine, beyond compare,

A worry here, a fleeting doubt,

A sorrow never spoken out.

They follow close like shadows cast,

A presence from our distant past,

And though they lack a face or name,

They settle deep, they feel the same.

Sometimes they’re hope we never voiced,

Or moments when we had no choice,

They fill our hearts with restless weight,

With words unspoken, half-formed fate.

But in the quiet, soft and true,

There’s strength in things that we live through,

For every weight we’ve yet to shed

Has made us whole, and forged our thread.

So though invisible, they stay,

They shape the path, they light the way,

And one day we may come to know

The roots of all we’ve held below.

Invisible, yet real as air,

These silent weights we’ve come to wear,

They whisper back, in echoes clear-

You’re still enough, despite the fear.

Author's Note

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Reviews

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This is really a perfect poem written for the burdens that people cannot talk about, that they are not even aware of.

We all carry something, everyone has an invisible wound. But is this wound not visible because we hide it, or because we prefer to suppress it, or do we just choose to ignore it? I think the reason why they are so heavy is hidden in the answers to these questions... What do we hide from people, from others or from ourselves...

Sometimes I think everyone has experienced this; you want to do something but there is an invisible force that prevents you, something is stopping you. In fact, despite doing everything, there is an uncertain obstacle on your way, or a force that will prevent you from doing it despite wanting to. I think they are also because of these burdens.

We do not talk about the things we are afraid of, and those fears do not go away. They continue to stay under the bed. While children cannot sleep when there is a monster under the bed, adults are more inclined to say "I don't see it, so it's okay" and sweep it under the rug.

I really liked the last line, it is really encouraging

"You're still enough, despite the fear."
Everyone needs to hear this sometimes.

Dear writer; excellently written, I feel your burdens. I hope writing always helps to lighten your burdens. I AM PROUD OF YOU! Please do not carry heavy burdens alone for too long, it is always good to have support. You cannot carry everything alone.

[M 💕]

Wow, thank you so much for your kind review !! Thanks for taking your time to read and comment on my poem !

[Dylan Macadham]

This blows me away, M!
Meaningful, it silently speaks for all, and elegantly, so Elegantly!

[M 💕]

Thank you so muchh !! I really appreciate it :)

[Dylan Macadham]

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