Anchored in concrete.So set in your ways. I push and pull. Tug and pry. Parts of you began to loosen and crack. I pick and chip, chiseling bits. Removed with a whisk. I see you. The heaviness of your heart has you dragging your feet. Just out of reach, gently I rope you in. So I can hold you in my arms look you in the eyes and say, " give me the weight, I will carry you today."