A Forceful Thought

I couldn't imagine a day without the weight
on my shoulders.
The weight was there; it was always there.
It was there for a reason and had a purpose I have yet
to figure out.
I don't want it there but I cant
get rid of it.

It grows and grows and shrinks like everything
else.
It lives and dies and changes and transforms.
It becomes a burden, but a burden
you dont mind.
I say goodnight then lay awake and greet it with a smile.
It's a part of me, in my soul,
or I think it is, and believe myself,
and never
let it go.