Wants

Wants

The heaviness in my chest

Sits there

I am chained

To this heavy rock

Left out to dry

Like an old Greek goddess

Is tied to the stone

I want this heaviness to be gone

It is the point where

The earth and the sky meet

The point where Atlas

holds the skies from crashing down

It is that type of pressure

In my chest that comes from wanting

Wanting

Wanting

To do the right thing

I want to be the best I can be

Just being the best for me and the people around me

I want the right thing to be easy

But then it’s not the right thing anymore

The right thing is never easy

My breathing becomes labored

From all the stress

From doing the right thing

Looking back

Reflectively

To see if it really was right

I know my morals

I’m not willing to compromise

And that is when I realize

That the Atlas pressure in my chest

Will never be relieved as long as

I want

To do the right thing