Crown

Heavy is the head
that wears the crown.
Complex is the path.
Light is the ground.

Underneath the surface
are all the things tucked away.
Over the years.
Over the decades.

Time doesn’t heal all wounds.
It doesn’t always expose them either.
It’s not until we find help
to carry the weight
that we can clear the plate.

Heavy is the head
that wears the crown.
Easier is the path.
Lighter is the ground.

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