Silent crosses
scrape the earthy
floor of my heart
creating trenches
of sadness and heartbreak
I try to lift
the crosses
so they are not so heavy
my shoulders are tired
my chest is weak
looking downward
the brown murky dirt
meets my gaze
so dry so dusty
I pray for rain
to wash away the ache
Hushed tears
fill the trenches
with each step
footprints are graved
filled with faint hope
but mostly dread
Change is needed
prayer is choked
with vines of doubt
fear of voicing hurts
words are left unspoken
the ache continues
KJS
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