The Mass - Pyrrhon

You were a child when you first felt it

The mass hiding inside you

Its silent, fibrous bulk within

Pressing itself into delicate tissues

And so you bore its weight

While:

Your bones twisted around it

You ate until you retched

It grew harder to breathe

The string in your back frayed

You put a good face on it

Fear cradled your soul in its palm

In the hours that bracket sleep

The doctors couldn’t find the mass

Their machines turned up nothing

But you knew it was there

You could feel it shifting

And so you gathered yourself ach day

And carried the mass in silenc

The anchor inside the quiet stoic

The spindle of strength that guides the unwinding

The heart of your truest self

The mass will abide inside you always

And will sink you by heartbeats in the end