poemtober day 9- heavy

 heavy
is the steel that weighs the land down.
with piles and piles of things, weight,
the core is under more pressure than its ever been.
matter cannot be created nor destroyed
but i have so much more now than i did a year ago.
can the mantle feel the weight of my friendships? 
my stress? is it heavy for you when my day is worse?
stepping on grass doesn't kill it, 
but if its too compacted it might just burst.
its a heavy thought, its a pact with my core.