Burdens

There are untold stories in my heart 
that my tongue can't untangle
There are thoughts that reside as burdens upon my shoulders. 
Heaps of snow deep mounts. 
That shudder with my every stutter.
They shake then I'm shaking
Suddenly I'm just storm
Fierce and unkept
And my stories are lost in the mess.

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