Weight

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Slumped down, shoulders drooping, she sighs. Surely, there is more to life than this. It is heavy, she contemplates, as she perseveres and weaves her way through the mountain of tasks that have inundated her soul. It has been heavy for over fifteen years, and she is not sure whether she can continue to balance under this weight. 

Her mind now drifts along an ocean of thoughts and wide- eyed she stares, as she remembers the first time she reluctantly had a load to carry. Now that, that was extremely unfair. A little bird with clipped wings, was forced to fly but the wind she faced was harsh and cold. They saw her vulnerability, heard her cries screaming for help, no saviour in sight. They were all so cruel at that time, they never even lent her their wings, and so she was forced to cut through the wind, as load, after load, after load piled atop her back. Though her altitude reduced, she remained steadfast in the air.

I'm drowning, she thinks, and I never learned how to swim. Would someone care to teach me how to navigate the deepest trenches of my overly- burdened mind? This weight, I cannot bear it, I cannot find time to breathe. She looks around the room in that moment, for a sign, for anything to help her unload the bags of pain and struggle that have stacked on top her heart.

She begins to lose hope and slumps even lower and then she sees it! A note on the wall placed many years ago with vibrant colours shouting out "persist". She found this word years ago during a storm, when all odds were stacked, she found that word, and it had saved her. As she reminisces on that time in her life, she remembers how she pulled and suddenly the weight does not feel so heavy anymore. She sits up slowly, and as she weeps quietly, tears staining the white, blank sheets, she whispers "persist".

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