Beneath the Weight

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Stress, the invisible burden that we all carry,
The weight on our shoulders, the pain that we bury,
It creeps up on us, like a thief in the night,
Stealing our peace, and leaving us with a fright.

It starts with a thought, a worry, a fear,
A nagging feeling, that just won't disappear,
We try to brush it off, and move along,
But it keeps coming back, like a haunting song.

It's the deadlines, the never-ending to-do list,
The expectations, the pressure, the things we can't resist,
It's the fear of failure, the fear of the unknown,
The fear of not living up to what we've been shown.

We try to push through, to be strong, to be tough,
But the weight of it all, can be just too rough,
Our minds spinning, our hearts pounding with stress,
Leaving us feeling like we're in a total mess.

We lose sleep, we lose appetite, we lose our peace,
Our bodies feeling like it's under constant siege,
Fatigue, headaches, and muscle pains,
All just symptoms of the stress in our veins.

It's a battle we fight, day in and day out,
Trying to silence, the worries that shout,
We try to find ways, to cope with it all,
To climb the mountain, and conquer the tall.

We eat, we play, we take a deep breath,
We try to slow down, to let go of the death,
We try to find balance, to find our center,
To silence the noise, and let our minds enter.

But the stress is persistent, it's always there,
Lurking in the shadows, without a care,
It's a game of whack-a-mole, that never ends,
The stress that we face, is our constant friend.

It's a silent killer, that can do us harm,
The stress that we face, can really disarm,
Our bodies, our minds, our very soul,
Leaving us feeling like we're no longer whole.

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