A Cross To Bear
“A Cross To Bear”
Like salt in wounds, the pain ignites
Infected to the nerve,
Intrusive sunlight, blinding eyes
A hell I don’t deserve.
Useless band-aids morph as pills
False hope to cure real pain
Yet thoughts can be close to immune
To changing patterns, flying sane.
Invisible, this illness grows
The mental torture reigns
The harder that I fight this beast
The tighter squeeze the chains.
These ailments burrow deep within
Depression and much more
No choice of mine, they’re part of me
A lifetime mental war.
However, though, I suffer much
I know life isn’t fair
For each and every one of us
We have a cross to bear.
Written on December 1, 2021
“A Cross To Bear”
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Copyright © Meghan Hutchings | Year Posted 2021
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