Way To the Cross
Tradition can be unfair
parenthood can be brutal
I want to live my life
to decide issues myself
but things encroached on me
Parents have a duplicate man
They tell me that is my choice
a choice to father my children
That night I carried myself
pretending to wed a man
of their choice pasted on me
not the one of my heart
it was the way to the cross
On my back was a heavy cross
wooden cross to crucify my life
my interests and my ambitions
for the rest of life on this planet
That time the sun set on me
glow worms, moon took over
to light my life with dimness
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