These are the days when I feel the weight
Of everything I carry with me.
The hopes, goals, and aspirations
I’ve never quite let fade away.
And I wonder if I’ll ever be able
To fully lift up what I once saw
As my life’s mission.
These are the moments
When I see the beauty
Of not what I once planned
But what now is.
And I love these beings
That fill my soul with ever fresh hope
To face whatever hides around the next bend.
But as I sense everything I hold in my hands–
All that is both beautiful and full of pain–
I still feel the weight of everything.
The weight of what I still hope I see up ahead.
The weight of what still hasn’t come to be.
The weight of being blessed with a love
I could have never planned before it came
And which has changed everything,
Everything I now carry forward
But know always had to change.
—Written by Sandy Heights