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Out of the blue, I found an old 3.5 inch diskette marked "poems". Having a drive that would read it I checked it out. Poems that I thought lost for ever from my divorce 25 years ago. Reading them has brought back the emotions of that difficult time but has been therapeutic. This is one of those poems.
This burden, that you place upon my back,
grows heavier with time's passing, pressing hand.
My strength is stretched; my faith fails on the rack
of knowing that, in spite of all, like sand
escaping from a powerless, open sieve,
in two short words, from blameless lips and hearts,
my hopes might vanish; all that I believe
sunk like a wreck marked, mouldering, on the charts.
Sometimes the fear is physical and makes
my leaden legs to drag, my heart to sink
within my chest; sometimes the form it takes,
cold, black and dead, clouds out my power to think.
These times the thought of what may soon be lost
ten million times can multiply the cost.
Kim Helen James
Copyright © Kim James | Year Posted 2020
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