The weight of it.
A building so tall
it topples the mountains surrounding
the heavy inside it.
Magnitude resting in tiny hands
inside stranger’s hands
inside a room so large
it crushes every heart inside.
The mass of this ache
balloons to huge,
the volume expanding to infinite
all while staring at something
so small
it’s likely to disappear
while leaving
a mark so dark that
it lights up universes
in its path.
The weight if it.
The unbearable,
incontainable,
insurmountable
weight of
twelve tiny pounds.
~Patience
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