Weight of the World

She couldn’t bear to open it, or even think about reading it.

She just stared into the distance,

Eyes locked on the birds pecking at the ground but really, her eyes held nothing.

She called out for help but heard no noise.

Only her hands shaking.

No signs of hope or happiness, but only loneliness and fright, frozen like the wind cutting through her cheeks.

The paper, a hundred pound weight, pulling her down.

She wished it would pull her down.

Down into a place where the paper meant nothing, but she meant something.

Where the sun shone and made her face glow with only happiness, the void filled, she could be filled.

Made whole again.

But

She could only dream.

The wind sent another bone breaking chill through her body.

Reality setting back in.

She only heard the sound of her hands shaking.

The paper in her hand, weighing a hundred pounds.

Weighing her down.