The Weight of Worry

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of my mind pull me into problems they know can’t be fixed. So all that’s left is my worry.</p><p id="754a">My worries fill me up but lack the nutrients required for me to grow. Worries get under my skin, choke my thoughts, and mangle my mind, leaving stretch marks on the fabric of my soul.</p><p id="a84e">I can’t keep carrying the world in my hands. My mind is drowning deep in a swamp of demands.</p><p id="fa41">I start to dig my way out of the darkness and back into the sun. The buds of creativity sleeping in my mind start to come alive.</p><p id="165b">I choose to rise with my soul’s rhythm. To accept the calls coming from my body. To heal the pressure sores formed by my weighty worries.</p><p id="f411">The rhythm brings me bliss, and each song strikes a spark. A fire lights in my mind, giving me energy to embrace even the tiniest of miracles.</p><p id="ee33">But among the beauty, I also find thorns in the silent sting of each missed beat. In the deep despair each time I get s

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tuck. In the uneasy feelings of falling into rabbit holes.</p><p id="850b">Yet each time I get caught amidst thorny thoughts I let go of the extra weight and claw my way out. Each time I break through, I can breathe better, create more clearly, and feel more fully.</p><p id="750c">© Athena Milios, 2023. All Rights Reserved.</p><div id="852e" class="link-block"> <a href="https://athenamilios.medium.com/membership"> <div> <div> <h2>Join Medium with my referral link — Athena Milios</h2> <div><h3>Read every story from Athena Milios (and thousands of other writers on Medium). Your membership fee directly supports…</h3></div> <div><p>athenamilios.medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*4KtM83s6zQnA8GYV)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

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The weight of the world is crushing my hands. My soul is drenched by life’s demands.

I pick up problems only to watch them blow up my mind and crush my soul over and over again.

The harder they come at me, the harder I fall for them. I love them too much to let them down. I love the pain so much that walking away feels impossible. I eventually forget leaving is even an option.

My death grip on the past makes it impossible to reach all the beautiful things that I want for my future.

The shadows of my mind pull me into problems they know can’t be fixed. So all that’s left is my worry.

My worries fill me up but lack the nutrients required for me to grow. Worries get under my skin, choke my thoughts, and mangle my mind, leaving stretch marks on the fabric of my soul.

I can’t keep carrying the world in my hands. My mind is drowning deep in a swamp of demands.

I start to dig my way out of the darkness and back into the sun. The buds of creativity sleeping in my mind start to come alive.

I choose to rise with my soul’s rhythm. To accept the calls coming from my body. To heal the pressure sores formed by my weighty worries.

The rhythm brings me bliss, and each song strikes a spark. A fire lights in my mind, giving me energy to embrace even the tiniest of miracles.

But among the beauty, I also find thorns in the silent sting of each missed beat. In the deep despair each time I get stuck. In the uneasy feelings of falling into rabbit holes.

Yet each time I get caught amidst thorny thoughts I let go of the extra weight and claw my way out. Each time I break through, I can breathe better, create more clearly, and feel more fully.