The weight I didn't ask for

I don't want to move, not a step, not a sound,
For every path I take just lets sorrow be found.
Each choice I make, though laced with care,
Leads me to storms I’m not meant to bear.

My hands only reached to offer light,
But shadows followed, swallowing sight.
I gave my heart, I gave my grace,
And still the world threw pain in my face.

I never asked to carry this load
The guilt, the fear, this endless road.
I tried to do good, I tried to be kind,
Yet hardship seeks me, and peace falls behind.

Bones trembling under quiet weight,
A soul too soft for this cruel fate.
Why does trouble know my name?
Why does goodness still end in blame?

I don’t want to try, I don’t want to feel,
If every step just wounds, not heals.
But deep in the silence, a whisper remains
Not of hope, but of surviving the pain.

So let me rest in this heavy night,
Not to to give up, but endure with guised might
For even when all the world's bad finds me,
All I can do I sit, quiet and lonely

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

We tend to blame ourselves for the frailties that fall upon us...we know the pain will ultimately take us... yet we push on without too much hope... as long as we can still sit and breathe... we could die if we wanted so, but we remain in this endless agony....I say why??? each of us has a certain trolerance for a quality of life....
Warmly, B

[LisaCarol]

Someone told me once that God only gives you that which you can handle. I see people whose lives seem to always be full of turmoil and marvel at the strength of their soul. This writing tells that story. I pray for this person that they find the strength to continue on their journey. Thank you for sharing your writing.

[Mauricio Montoya]

Well its got ryime with flow.
Thank you for sharing.

[Einstein Noodle]

one of our most difficult lessons ... endure and find meaning when feelings are overwhelmed, thoughts are hamsters running in a caged wire wheel. without a firm foundation ... without the practice of wielding Faith without understanding .. it's almost imposible to find our way. ... i believe that the river of pain and suffering are far better character molding experiences than any amount of "happiness" is. knowing that "being ok" does not depend on me but rather knowing that Jesus Christ does not change ... the Holy Spirit is ever present ... when our joy abides in that ... our focus stays fast ... no amount of turmoil can rob us of it ... Emmajoy told me to come and read this ... :)
E.

[emmajoygreen]

Sad, negative and uninvited words yet how much they alter as you lay your words. Are as if you've nursed yourself from facing sadness to dreaming on and on into a happier place. Good for you along - with fine meter!
'So let me rest in this heavy night,
Not to to give up, but endure with guised might
For even when all the world's bad finds me,
All I can do I sit, quiet and lonely'

Sometimes 'lonely' can mean 'space': space to find what You need.. and in so doing, is found. I hope so. Fine writing, sir.

[Webster]

Thank you so much for that beautiful review

[emmajoygreen]

You're welcome - meant what said!