The weight of being me (Marcella Boccia) 🎧 English

THE WEIGHT OF BEING MEI wake to a sky that does not belong to me,to air too thin, too heavy,pressing against the bones of my chestlike an unspoken grief.The mirror does not recognize my face—or perhaps it does,and simply chooses to turn away.I carry myself like a burden,a body filled with too many ghosts,a mind stitched togetherwith the frayed threads of yesterday.Each step I takeis weighted with the echoes of every selfI have ever been—the girl who dreamed in light,the woman who unraveled in the dark.The weight of being meis the silence between words,the space between longing and loss,the ache of a heart that beatsout of time, out of tune,always searching for a rhythmthat will not betray it.I have swallowed my name so many timesthat I no longer know its taste.I have worn a hundred faces,each one a mask slipping from my hands,melting into the spaces where shadows live,where memory wavers like a candleburning at both ends.Tell me,is there a place where the weight of mebecomes lighter?Where the storm inside my ribscan rest,where I am more than a questionwhispered into the void?Or am I fated to carry myselflike an ocean carries the tide—forever pulled,forever drowning,forever returningto shores that will never call me home?