Undone Mother
How heavy is the stone
I carry in my heart?
Can it be measured?
What is the proper weight
Of grief?
I feel eyes on me.
They measure my tears.
How often I cry.
I am judged by my pain,
So I weep.
It's killing me to endure.
I drag my burden along,
They tell me I must.
Every step is too much,
But I can't stop.
The days stretch into weeks,
I look back to see the trail.
Is it long enough, yet?
Will I be allowed to let go?
No.
How heavy is the weight
Of grief?
I can tell you now.
It is one pound.
One pound, carried
For six weeks.
© Nova Literary Works
I carry in my heart?
Can it be measured?
What is the proper weight
Of grief?
I feel eyes on me.
They measure my tears.
How often I cry.
I am judged by my pain,
So I weep.
It's killing me to endure.
I drag my burden along,
They tell me I must.
Every step is too much,
But I can't stop.
The days stretch into weeks,
I look back to see the trail.
Is it long enough, yet?
Will I be allowed to let go?
No.
How heavy is the weight
Of grief?
I can tell you now.
It is one pound.
One pound, carried
For six weeks.
© Nova Literary Works