Heavy

It starts at my feet.

And it rises slow and heavy all around me.

It consumes.

It envelopes me.

It makes it hard to breathe.

Impossible to see.

And moving is entirely out of the question.

My insides battle.

I had felt so right.

I was good.

I want to push through.

Not just move, but fly.

My mind soars.

Lifted by dreams.

Carried by tomorrows.

As soon as my heart tries to follow.

The heaviness moves in.

Pulling me down.

Holding me back.

Cementing me to the ground.

It all comes back to my feet. 

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