Life’s Weight
As she wanders
In this place,
Darkness sits
Upon her face.
Nothing makes
Emotions light,
Ever shaded
By the night.
Hard to break
That shell of hers,
Or brighten up,
No nothing spurs
An inner joy
A dancing glee,
A happy cheer,
It all will flee.
She can’t contain
She can’t breathe in
She can’t let peace
Just rest within.
She has to rage
She crinkles brow
She cankers on
Does not allow
Elated fun,
For if she does,
There’s something more
That causes buzz.
So pray for her
Yes hope for calm
That it may rest
And act as balm,
To wake her up
Before too late
So she will see
Life’s not a weight.
Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry. Copyright: Thursday, April 14, 2016
Image: Woman looking by Jocelyn Maloney from StockSnap.
Wow. Very interesting, Paula!