There’s an invisible weight

I feel it, I carry it

Can you, do you?

It makes you feel like you can’t breathe

It’s like being a cave diver

Or like being on fire

Or being spread between two pieces of thick bread

It’s sitting between two people

It’s four eyes critiquing

It’s grasping for meaning

I’m coming up for air

I may have a case of the bends

I’m seeping out onto the crust

Losing all my friends

Sorry to get your fingers dirty

But I must

What if this is all needless expectation?

Here lately that’s been my revelation

I’m banishing anxiety

I’m casting off trouble

All this fire, all this pressure, all this water – is just hevel

In all propriety

I’m walking the balance beam

Would you come with me?

I’m climbing out of the muddle