the world teaches

you can measure

the weight

of almost anything.

the weight of a mountain.

the weight of an ingredient.

scientists can weigh

the tiniest thing we’ve ever discovered

and the largest thing

we’ve ever known.

but

no one

has ever answered

one question.

how much does grief weigh?

how much does anger weigh?

how much does regret weigh?

how much does forgiveness weigh

when it goes unspoken?

i’ve seen people

bend beneath

the weight of loss.

i’ve watched shoulders

collapse…

beneath burdens

no one else

could see.

i’ve seen others

fall…

under the stress

of something

that never showed up

on a scale.

fear

is heavy.

grief

is heavier.

shame…

can crush

a soul.

but hope

hope is nearly

weightless.

you can’t measure it.

you can’t hold it.

you can’t prove

it’s there.

and yet

it’s strong enough

to keep us standing.

maybe

strength

was never measured

by what we carry.

maybe

strength

is measured

by what we refuse

to let go of.

hope.

because sometimes

the thing

that weighs

almost nothing

is the only thing

holding us up.