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The Weight of the World

The library's shelves are tall and grand

But I am small and helpless

Surrounded by the knowledge of the ages

But unable to grasp it

The words on the page swim before my eyes

Their meanings out of reach

I am drowning in a sea of letters

Helpless to save myself

The weight of expectation bears down on me

I am but a mere mortal

Unable to live up to the grand ideals

Of those who hold me dear

I am a mere speck in the universe

Lost in a maze of thought

Helpless to find my way

To make my mark on the world

But even in my helplessness

I find solace in the beauty

Of the words that surround me

The poetry and prose that lift my soul

For in their pages, I find hope

That one day I too may conquer

The knowledge that eludes me

And find my place in the grand scheme of things.


The Persistence of Memory (1931), by the Spanish artist and Surrealist icon Salvador Dali




Thank you so much for reading. If you liked it, please check out the whole collection "Forbidden Feelings: A Poetry Anthology".

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