Burdens

I stood at fear's divergence.

Frozen in divisive time.

For twenty years.

A jaundiced juncture.

A prison of my own making.

I built it.

Brick by brick.

With what's left of me.

Pray to God.

Pray to truth and what I'm supposed to be.

That I can still be me.

That I make it on the low road.

Dragging this heavy, empty load.

Please.

While there's still time ...