The Cross

On my back my cross laid
I must carry to the relief point
where the price is paid
and burdens burnt.

Don’t cry for me,
instead balance your loss
for my thought is to be free
and yours should be bearing your cross.

The cross, at different times we bear
when yours is heavier, I’ll be a dear
when mine is, give me a cheer
but don’t cry for me, don’t dare.

For One Shot Wednesday week 4. A budding home for Poets and Poetry.

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