My Cross To Bare

That stained glass cross

Adds much needed color

To my foggy sacred ground,

But it don’t stop those glowing eyes

From watching the part of me

That will live forever.

 

Now the decision haunts me,

Whether to weigh down

What lies deep down inside me

With a stone

That defines my time on Earth

And allows my tired bones to rest forever…

 

Or,

Allow my spirit to breathe naturally

Like mother nature intended

And risk allowing demons

To dig up the part of me

That should never be unearthed…

 

Until I do,

My legacy will remain in

An imaginary purgatory.

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

I love the play on words -- cross to bare instead of bear. Do we bare that cross for all the world to see, and what are the consequences.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Why thank you so much, glad you caught that meaning of my word selection.

[Rene Salinas]

Oh. no contest for me demons any day even by not choosing you still choose them as most live in unconciousness. Not deciding is just a semantical thing. I like the riddle possed here though. Fear of the unknown.

Well no hope, no fear.

Thankyou

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

You make a very good point indeed, whether we want them or not that still dwell within us. Thank you.

[Matching Socks]

Good piece here cowboy. Some decisions are tough to make and take time, but that feeling of being in limbo is hard to bear. Nice job with this one.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

It most certainly is… thank you for taking to to read and respond.

[Matching Socks]

My pleasure! :)