My bones break as I struggle to carry a persistent weight. Pounds on my back, increase with each breath, every step I take. I havenβt tried to bury my past and I fear its too late I fear its going to last. Can I be lifted to heaven? Is it me or the baggage Im burying? The bride of Christ but is it me or the pain youβre marrying? Do you love me now? How could you? Ive been mourning for years, no use pushing down tears. The earth still turns, but Im still here.