Caryatid Fallen Under the Weight of Her Stone — Rodin

I have scars on both of my feet

From rushing, not listening, not learning

I have carried sadness, anger, hatred and fear

Like a sack of tarnished pennies upon my back

Adding up to a fortune of pain

But I tired of that burden — tired of hurting for the same reasons.

Therefore, I shrugged

I set down that weight and breathed a deep sigh

A sigh of relief, for remembrance

for being stronger because of the carrying

and Happier because of the freedom

To let light in

To let light out


One clap, two clap, three clap, forty?

By clapping more or less, you can signal to us which stories really stand out.