We do what we can…

Bent over the load was almost insurmountable
Her forehead periodically scraping the ground…
In order to ease her gait she would rock from side to side; crab like,
Ambling forward she makes very little headway.
Every joint flares white hot.
Shoulders screaming
Knees threatening to pop.
Ankles periodically rolling. Already swollen; their saving grace from being broken.
Stomach distended one might be forgiven for thinking she be well fed
Yet it has been years since she’s had more than a handful of rice, a few maggots for protein.
Amazing really what a body can exist on. A good day is when she comes across some edible flowers or discarded fruit too ripe or green for other’s use. A feast truly!
Scabs don’t even go to waste
Really it’s just recycling…
If only she could rest
Stop for a while
Put down her load but time is her enemy
Each day she loses more
Tick tock
Why oh why does she even bother
A rustle in a tree distracts her self-pity
A red crested wren whistles to his mate
She alights, settles and together they nest on their eggs
Yes this is why
My load is my life
And I must live it…

27th Sept

We do what we can…

su2anne

Joined April 2011

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My load is my life
And I must live it…

Featured Groups: “Art & dis(ease).” “Vibration in Art & Verse.” “The Art Of Pain.”

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