Bliss

I have a burden.  It's in my heart.  It will not let me breathe.  It makes my head swell and my eyes drip.  I feel crushed by the air.  It's heavy.  I must love it for I allow it.  I must dive in it and be thankful for it.  It is my lover.  It demands my attention.  It wants my peace, my time, my effort.  My throat is clenched.  I long to be heard.  It is imperative that I be loved or I will not survive.  I want to float into the heavens and be featherweight happy.  Bliss.  It's called bliss.