ineffable predicament…

by on November 16, 2012 :: 0 comments

…I’m almost sure, now
this particular cloud has passed –
I am no longer in the throes of this mysterious gloom that visits me, calls on me, like some horrible lover I don’t want, but who I know will come again.

…I squint my eyes, and hope for strength
as I hoist the terrible, thousand-pound child that is this life onto my shoulders, and head out
into the light…

editors note:

Everyone, this weight must carry; everyone, this predicament afflicts. Life is disease and antidote, together. – mh

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