I often feel as if I have the weight of the entire world upon my shoulders

Waiting for the day when I can remove it, or at least shrug it off

Shrug it away, at least for one day.

The stress wears me out, bears me down into this abyss that I call my life.

So much boils inside, then gently leaks out, a tempest in a teapot,

Or even much ado with nothing inbetween.

So I wait, I watch, I look and I listen

Longing for the day when I can share all of my words, my thoughts, my deeds, my actions

With someone who will cherish them, cherish the thought of who I am.

So much for this life, so much for carrying this weight. The wheel of life spins again for me

Dame Fortuna has not been kind once again

As Atlas shrugs.

02/06/2007

Author's Note: Spoken word...

Posted on 02/06/2007
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