The Burden and The Release
The Burden and the Release
Dark is the womb that bore my form,
The sac that wrestles light from storm.
Heavy looms the thought of might,
Measured by the scars of night.
She commands the night at dawn,
Blesses distant stars withdrawn,
Curses moonlit shadows deep,
And changes birdsong’s notes to weep.
Afar from the East—deliberate, raw,
She cries for aid with a comic flaw.
She stares at trials, their gaze immense,
Broken by her incompetence.
I now live in constant fear of her snares,
Trapped in silence no breath dares.
Panic swells when her voice calls;
She despises the sound of “No” that falls.
My will trembles—my space confined,
Her demands, relentless, unrefined.
Break the chains that threads still bind,
Carry your sorrows in a sling confined.
Lay them soft in sacred folds,
Release them where the Red Sea holds.
Guard thy tongue from venom’s sting,
And lips from guileful murmuring.
Hold fast to truth, let kindness reign,
For mercy soothes the deepest pain.
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