Stacking up,
brick by brick,
the weight on my mind,
on my shoulders,
on my heart.
Day to day,
the only thing
that never falls apart.
I have done all I can
to carry it all,
from the first day,
to the cross.
Maybe I wasn’t made
to be a martyr,
or a servant,
or a king.
Maybe I was never meant
to be this way.
I could see
my only escape,
far away in the weightlessness
of space.
No more burdens,
but I would lose my place.
So, I will hold on
for just one more day.
Another brick
upon the pile
on my back.
I’ll set it down
when it’s time to relax.
When I hear my voice
called upon the wind.
Until then,
I’ll carry this load
for them.
HG – 2020
