Weight of Measurement

The light flickers low, in this hollowed-out space,

As I step on the scale, face my own trace.

It blinks at me slowly, a ghost from the past,

Each digit a whisper, how long will this last?

I swear I can feel every ounce, every flaw,

The weight of my doubt rises, an invisible law.

And I wonder if scales hold more than just weight,

If they count all the burdens we carry in fate.

Those numbers, like echoes, grow heavy and real,

A quiet reminder of what we conceal.

Yet still, in this moment, with breaths that I take,

I’m learning to find worth beyond what’s at stake.