The Weight of the World

Some days, the world feels unbearably heavy. The weight of conversations, the quiet sadness in passing faces, the relentless flood of bad news—it all lingers, pressing down long after the day is done. After a full day of work, errands, and interactions, I found myself lying awake, burdened by the sorrow I had absorbed from those around me.

This poem, The Weight of the World, was born in the stillness of that sleepless night. It explores the struggle of witnessing suffering, the pull of collective despair, and the choice we have in how we carry it. While we cannot take on the burdens of others, we can offer something else—light, love, and the reminder that life is meant to flow.

May these words serve as a gentle guide for anyone feeling overwhelmed, a reminder that we are not alone, and that we always have the power to rise, release, and walk forward as love.

The Weight of the World

Another meeting,

another sleepless night,

I lie awake, though

I am tired from the fight.

Not just the meeting room,

not just the phone screen,

But faces in grocery aisles

where sorrow is seen.

They carry their anger,

their grief, their despair,

A storm in their chests,

too heavy to bear.

Their sadness shows.

They ache deep inside,

Wounds of the soul

that they try to hide.

I feel their pain—

it pulls at my chest,

A sorrow so heavy,

it won’t let me rest!

But suffering is a choice,

a story we each weave,

A cycle many live in,

yet cannot perceive.

I cannot save them.

I cannot erase

The burdens they carry,

the fears they face.

Each soul must choose

to break free,

To rise above

what they claim to be.

So I breathe, hold steady,

remain ever strong,

Embody the love

where all beings belong.

For the misguided crumble,

grow weaker each day,

Disconnected,

drifting further away.

But life is a river—

meant to flow,

To learn, to evolve,

to heal, to grow.

We must process,

give thanks, and release,

Let go of the weight,

make room for peace.

I won’t let their darkness

pull me below,

I won’t let their sorrow

dictate my flow.

Instead, I will rise,

and offer my hand,

Lift them higher—

to help them stand.

Not by force,

not with demands,

But by showing

how love expands.

To walk as light,

to embody truth,

To remind the world—

how to soothe.