PAPER WEIGHT

 

by: estefaaano_writes 

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Life rests upon my desk, 

A paper weight.

Anchoring—

Scattered sheets 

That drift.

Caught in the currents 

Of each day's swift.

Passage of time—

Lest they take flight.

This modest object, 

Simple

Yet profound.

Grounds me 

To the moment, 

Ties me down.

To the "here and now", 

Without a sound,

Steadying my thoughts 

That could 

Take to the clouds.

Its Heft reminds me 

Of life's gravity.

The Heft of choices, 

Actions, 

And their toll —

Yet also 

Anchors me 

To clarity,

Keeps me 

From losing my soul.

As papers flitter, 

This weight remains.

A ballast 

Against the windstorms 

Of my pains,

Lending perspective 

To all that's 

Gained and lost,

A humble reminder 

Of life's

Weight and cost.