I Carry It

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

The poem says it all.....

I carry it with me on my shoulders,

Constant strain sapping my strength

 Never laying it aside

Scouring, chaffing, bleeding, oozing

 Wandering place to place morning to night

Only the deep slumber so often elusive

Gives respite for a time that dreams endure  

Forever clings to the fibers of my being

Passion dulled and subdued in the spring

When hope was slain in the flash of time

Seldom resurrected in fleeting moments

To be dashed against the ragged stones

I lift it up with searing pain breathing deeply

My soul is racked by it once called love

That no longer evokes the balm

The balm of that sweet nourishment and replenishment

Needed for growth and life…….and something I once called love.


Submitted: May 30, 2014

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Secret Solace

Awwwww.... I really felt the weight of your words. The burden love causes is so heavy. This was a deep expression. Loved it!

Sat, December 27th, 2014 11:16pm

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Gracias!

Sat, January 10th, 2015 4:33pm

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