The Cross I Bear
The words I've left silent are the damaged part of me
They are the sounds I never share, ones only mine you see?
It's not that I am blind to what you've always sought
It's merely what my abandoned childhood wrought…
I share the thoughts I hold inside, in words I put to pen
And ask that you scan the page and read them once again
Therein lies emotions that I contend with every day
These are words I wish you to hear for, some I cannot say,
I conclude and believe that in the front of your mind
You would like to hear them spoken if I'm so inclined
But I have scars from bygone days, I will not let you see
Love is an alien, and with out it, those words are foreign to me
Perhaps it's my opposition to baring all that I can't say
The grasp of my unresolved childhood, always in the way
Sharing things within my heart, reactions are observed
Written down upon the pad often seen but rarely heard…
So when you read these words, they are there for relief
Accept them as exactly, what there written for, my motif
Erase doubt or reason you might have to feel inside
Understand my heart is not a part, I wish to hide….
"I love you" for the strength you share with me when I am weak
When I am often unable to convey the words you seem to seek
The love you carry is heavy most times alone.... at a loss
And I am weak and weary dragging around this heavy cross
Jim 1995
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem