Burden Poem by Amy Whittlesey

When I wake I put my feet on the floor
as dreams swirl about my head
I tend my clothes and my eyes adjust
from comfort’s vision
where all is well and I am loved by those I love
in a land where mighty pain has no place, no power
then swiftly real comes into view
clearer by the moment and
hope subsides, disappears
as water down a drain
Now is and
what a nightmare to behold

My heavy feet bear the weight of
ugly beasts who clutch my soul
and shriek with delight at the weariness they impose
the catastrophes they have laid
on this my road

What bears me on I know but cannot see
I am on my way, somehow I know,
to Calvary