Burdens
I shuffle, and stumbled ,my gait missing steps.
My voice just a whisper..my lips they
Do tremble.And on again on again ,oft
Do I go, down to the river slow footed slow. And raising my arms I cried out "set me free" and off of my back my troubles did leave ,into the river , to all that Believe.
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Posted: Mar 2019
About this poem:
This isn't the first time I've written poetry. I like to try and capture my life, my struggles, my joys my laughter. But also emotions stirred up about people, things, places, thoughts, amusement, love and life. It's like art, in written form,hoping to grace my pages with wit, movement, character, clarity, and humor. Sometimes even conditions of the soul.
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