There were days
long ago
when everything
seemed to matter more
More than it does now anyway
The truth of reality
or the tug of pessimism?
Am I growing up
or giving up?
Some days it's hard to tell
Is it my aging eyes
that make things dull
or my aging heart
and all the blankets laid over it?
Blankets laid
with good intentions
to comfort
but that just made the weight heavier
Like the princess
though it's buried under layers
I can still feel the pea
Oh if it were only a pea
I'd snap it between my teeth
demolish it...
Then again
maybe that's what I did
Maybe that's how the heaviness
became a part of me
You know what they say
We are what we eat
And I swallowed it 