What is this valley that I cross, alone and tired? Why is it so deep when I need it shallow? So wide when my feet are bleeding? I can't place this weight that clings to me, or name it. I can't even see it but its a taste I cannot escape that taints all that touches my lips. The weight intensifies and takes my breath away, squeezing my veins, compressing my chest. Air escapes and still I push through. Some grab and pull me into their toxic dilemma. Slip out and walk through. It lightens more everyday.