Hunched over by the weights on both my shoulders
when each day feels like a runaway boulder,
nothing really changes but I get older and older.
I keep whispering everything's fine
I'll hold your grief and pain, but who'll hold mine?
I don't know when the waves washed away the line.
I am my families courage, marching quietly
steadfast down a one way but I can't sustain me
when I waver, trying to break free.
All I'll say, at the end of the day, is I'm okay.Back to Poems