Anna Adams Poet Enclosed Rhyme

The Weight of the World

I feel your sorrow, I taste your pain,
Like a storm that crashes, like pouring rain.
Your burdens settle deep in my chest,
Even when you heal, I cannot rest.

I lose myself in what you feel,
Unsure of what is fake or real.
Where do I end? Where do you start?
Your anguish echoes in my heart.

I give too much, yet still you take,
Until I bend, until I break.
Drained and empty, left so small,
I wonder if I exist at all.

But this is my gift, my heavy curse,
To feel the best, to feel the worst.
To know your joy, to share your cries,
To see the world through aching eyes.

So now I learn to set my space,
To draw a line, to slow my pace.
To give with love but not erase
The part of me I must embrace.

For I am strong, though soft and wide,
A river deep, a rising tide.
And while I feel the world so true,
I must hold on to myself too.

By Anna Tauvaa

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