My Time To Heal

My Time To Heal

I will not stand still or hope without cause
Or leave my mind burdened with baggage
Leave it weeping and tired.
Moments of joy skip over my sorrow filled mind
Like rocks on a pond they sink never to resurface
But not today
Today in a sigh of relief I began to breathe, to really breathe.

Tired shoulders hold burdens not even mine
Responsibility heaped upon them high like great mountains and someone else’s
Crimes attached to my spine to mark each step as black and dirty, black and dirty.
But today, the weight of yesterday and the fear of tomorrow slip down the back of my neck like a cold chill
I shiver at the thought of this freedom
At the thought of not wearing regret upon my heart or guilt as shoes
I wonder how I will walk with feet unbound
With burdens that are only mine
With dreams that come true or ones I toss away at my choosing
I wonder how I walk with feet unbound

F. Mag

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