Heavy, Not Ending

 Why does the heart feel heavy,
So heavy it rises to the head
A quiet ache behind the eyes,
A storm that words have never said.

It isn’t things the world can give,
No gold, no touch, no passing need;
It’s something deeper, harder to name
A tired soul that longs for ease.

But endings aren’t what ease the pain,
They only silence what could heal;
This weight is asking to be held,
Not buried where we cannot feel