Unburdened
She carried her hurts like a bag full of rocks
and named it her hard knocks box..
It grew heavier and heavier as she traveled
to and fro so one sunny day, she let them all go...
Now she ambles lightly, at a much easier pace,
without her rocks, there's room for grace
Copyright © Nancy Kaufman | Year Posted 2023
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