A Cross To Bear
"For those who bear stoically the cross put on their shoulders by others, the cross turns into a crown" - by the Poet
she still smiled,
even when she knew,
life looped over her,
like a hangman’s noose.
she knew she should bear the cross
uncomplaining, without divulging to any
in the rising cadence of a dirge,
imagined it was a melody she heard,
in her laughter was the echo,
of smothered sighs, shot involuntary,
from the corked up bottle of her heart.
in a hilarious company, she languished
like a cockle in the shell.
seemed so calm
when a sizzling inferno burnt within!
was chocked under the weight of the cross
as it hurt deep into her shoulders
tears, long held back
froze and hardened within her eye pits.
now she is a total stranger to herself!
on the beach,
as the sunset hurled ecstasy
across the skies,
she only saw the virulent waves
lashing on the shore
and their tug, inviting.
neither cursed nor moaned
over her soiled identity;
but wondered why only discordant tunes
now came out from her flute
on which, once her rehearsed lips
created such harmonious melody!
under her calm demeanor,
was veiled craftily
the anguish of a life time.
yet in pitch darkness,
counting the luminous stars, she lay-
a seed in wait
under furrowed lands
for the first summer shower!
(An AIDS victim who got it from her husband)
Placed First
A Brian Strand Verse Libre Poetry Contest
Placed First in the poetry contest
Nov. 30, 2021
This or That, Vol. 8 Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Edward Ibeh
Title- A Cross to Bear
Copyright © Valsa George | Year Posted 2021
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