Weight on my shoulders,
A burden I carry alone,
Pressing down with each step,
Heavy as a heart turned to stone.

Every worry, every fear,
Stacked upon my weary frame,
Causing my spirit to falter,
Slowly bowing my head in shame.

The weight, oh how it clings,
Like chains made of doubt and regret,
Tugging at my most fragile seams,
Leaving my soul with deep-set fret.

I bear the weight, day by day,
A solitary struggle, never-ending,
Shouldering the troubles and woes,
Withstand them all, undyingly pretending.

But as the burdens multiply,
And the heaviness becomes too much,
Sometimes I yearn for a helping hand,
A compassionate touch.

For it's hard to see a glimmer of light,...