How much does unhappiness weigh?
Sometimes it is a minus weight
That devours your flesh
Leaving only skin and bones
Leaving only a shadow of your former self
The place where light refuses to touch
Sometimes it is the weight of an anchor
A house, a truck
Pinning you to your bed
Dragging you under as you struggle
Upward
And sometimes, it weighs nothing more than a seed
Ready to sprout
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