In 2008 I was given a millstone to wear
it was not very big at the time
about the size of a ring
the thin silver chain supporting it
fitted round my neck comfortably
I wore it only out of love
a duty that I felt I should perform
as long as it stays like this I thought
this will not be a problem
But from 2010 it started to grow
not noticeable at first
but the size was increasing
that was not the only problem
the stone was getting heavier every day
It started getting in the way
and by 2013 it was starting to drag
weighing down with it's huge size
holding me back from what I needed to do
In 2015 the chain snapped
the stone tumbled from where it hung
I was able to surge forward again
leaving the weight where it lay
I haven't gone back to retrieve it
have moved on too much to care
while I swim on the lake's surface
the mill stone has long be sunk
never to be seen again
Many of us have carried a millstone. It is best to let it drop and move on, hoping that the shadowy memory of it is also left behind (however memories are hard to leave behind) .
If something gets too heavy we have to let it go. A great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Profanisaurus, when given a millstone, grind something with it. just not yourself! congratulations on losing it, if this is a true story. otherwise, congratulations on it NOT being a true story, AND congratulations on making up an interesting story. bri :) p.s. care to offer one or two of your poems to my February 'showcase'? about 10 poets are represented so far. just tell me the poem(s) name(s) and i'll look at them and decide if i'll post both of them.