Carrying a load of bricks on my back,
so far, so long. Everything in me aches, tired, sore, very nearly broken. No matter how many times I readjust, can't get comfortable, no relief from the wary feeling, the pain of carrying so much weight. One for mothers, one for fathers, one for each mistake, each regret, each heartache, each unmet need. Bricks, and bricks, and bricks Until I fall to my knees and stare at the sky, The sun so warming on my face. Has the sky always been so beautiful, so blue? Slip one arm free of the satchel, then the other. A thud, and then relief. Finally stretching my unencumbered body, finally free. |
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