326: Weights and Pressures

I've felt many weights

and pressures in my life:

the elder sibling's responsibilities;

wood stacked in my arms

to light the fire inside;

pen and paper and books

as I work through my degree;

soggy shoes in summer,

after crossing through a marsh;

always intuitively knowing

the roles I'm expected to perform.

Some weights are good,

some much less enjoyable.

Some have been necessary

to get me through the day.

But the most comfortable weight

I can think of

must be that of your head

resting in my lap.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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