Burden of Myself  - By Louise Minch

I walk briskly a while, 

but all along the way 

my shadow, clinging to my past, 

becomes so heavy 

I cannot walk so fast. 

Simply stepping 

deliberately and carefully, 

my shadow 

dragging in the dust 

still follows me. 

Up the stairs, across the floor, 

at last the darkness 

trapped behind the door 

is free 

to take the burden of myself 

from me . . . 

until the sunlight slithers 

through the cracks 

forcing me to face myself.

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