Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 118 hosted this week by the brilliantly talented Chrissa!
Come join us!
Sorrow makes us all children again — destroys all
differences of intellect. The wisest know nothing. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
It is a red-hot kettle
the one I was never meant to hold
and my heart that burns with longing
has not yet learned to let it go
my soul yearns to go backwards
and speak with the child I once was
warn of hurt and danger
preventing so many scars
for I have learned to carry heavy burdens
and how to fall slipping in regret
trying to keep it all together
holding tight to things not mine to get
but like the Red-Footed Falcon
freedom is the truest way
and tears of loss and heartache
were never meant to be caged
you cannot carry an ocean nor a thousand buckets of rain
so why would you carry everyone's sorrows
and keep holding on to all the pain?
you see every poem is a message
that my own heart needs to hear
and drop by drop of ink and words
have helped me find the tears.