Placing the burden on my
shoulders,
when you know
that cross was not mine
to carry,
to bear,
was not an option.
Yet,
that is what you did.
To still impose that
on my soul,
on a child,
is a crime.
To do this
more than once,
is no longer an option.
What belongs to you
is yours.
Not mine.
Time for my wings to open
up and fly.
A story of childhood pain turned into hope in the adult years...beautiful my friend.
ReplyDeleteI found this beautiful and sad, a great write.
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