It's The Weight We Hold

It's a shadowed road we tread with burdened feet Where solace cloaks the dagger it conceals Each cycle returns, a howl in the void It's a familiar path we walk with heavy steps Where comfort disguises the blade that it holds Each pattern repeats like a scream with no end Every breath carves deeper wounds in the soul The cage isn't made out of steel, but of will Where habits become both the judge and the chain It's not the act, but the rhythm that glues The slow erosion inside our domain We can't lift up each other We can't care for one another You can't find peace and love her You won't find the answers in the amateur We can't lift another when we're sinking below We can't love the world and what we know we disown The hardest fight is not what's outside But conquering the self we try to hide It's the cycle we don't see that drags us below A different thief stealing peace in the night Put your blade away, there's no battle cries heard These wars rage on in the absence of light What we permit will always persist The things we excuse become habits we train Mercy truly waits in the depths of despair A light in the cracks where hope is sustained We can't lift up each other We can't depend on one another We can't find peace and love her We won't find the answers in the literature We can't lift another when we're sinking below We can't love the world and what we know we disown The hardest fight is not what's outside But conquering the self we try to hide It's not in perfection we find our peace The peace is in surrender where battles cease The wounds we carry must meet the light Our healing comes through truth, not might To love each other, we must forgive And see ourselves through heaven's lens We can't lift another when we're sinking below We can't love the world and what we know we disown The hardest fight is not what's outside But conquering the self we try to hide This prison lacks bars of iron or stone Its walls forged in choices we no longer own Rituals tighten the grip of decay A silent descent, with no light to betray The act is forgotten; it's rhythm that binds A maddening pulse that consumes our minds Slow is the ruin, unseen and profane The decay of self in a kingdom of pain