My Way
You lay the evil I admit to on my shoulders
and pile yours on top of the ones I carry.
Every step I make is slow
as I adjust to the burden I must bear,
the consequences of my actions
and the punishment I deserve.
I trip up again
due to the weight and my carelessness.
You mock as I struggle to stand
and add another stress for good measure.
Maybe this time I’ll pay more attention.
Maybe this time I’ll walk perfectly.
But the next tumble is worse.
I scrape my knee
but don’t have time to tend to it.
You force me up with all my cargo
and add another fault—
for what is one more to a load such as mine.
With every tragedy on my back,
I can no longer see what’s ahead.
I’m bent under the weight
and only have the energy
to look at each step as I go.
I fall once more,
but this time I don’t look up
until I realize you must have abandoned me long ago.
I lay on the path I had followed blindly
and take my first free breath.
This time, getting up is easier.
I leave my burdens on the side of the road
and look forward to a new way.
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