BurdenA Poem by PeteHow can any man be weak who dares to be at all? - Thoreau![]() For most of my life. I kept ugly truth at arms length. Swimming in denial. A bed of nails leaving its mark. It caught up with me and wore me down. Legs tired from piggy-backing it. Freewill strained. It owns me more than I dare to admit. Holding me in hallmark's fraudulent pit. Upon my soul, painful truth written and penned. When will its unbearable weight ever end ... © 2019 PeteAuthor's Note
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