Stones

I carry a backpack full of stones with me. Everywhere I go. It causes me to slouch. It makes my shoulders slump. It keeps me feeling weak. It keeps me waiting for the next stone to be added.
More and more get added every time I relax. This bag should have ripped from the weight long ago. I should have collapsed weeks ago.
But for some reason I'm still walking. I'm still moving around. I can still talk. I can still function.
I might be crushed right now, but I'm still alive.
It's because I want to be. I have the will to not give up. I have the will to keep fighting even when there seems to be nothing left to fight for.
As hopeless as everything seems, especially this very second, there has to be something better.
Tyler.