most days

some days i feel the weight of myself
a burden to be lifted from those i love
most days, days like today, when the rain
brings the green out so overwhelmingly
the clouds protect my paper skin
from the sun, the breeze protects my
easily overheated body from its rays
it’s days like these that are made for me
when i’m reminded that I’m hurt
but no longer hurting
reminding me that the world bends towards me sometimes
or the world bends away from me
and i can catch up
some days i wish the weight of myself
was not too much, but somedays it is
most days i am grateful for being a little too much