Your fear weighs heavily in my arms.
I can only carry you so long
before muscles lock and pain sets in
and you drop, leaden as a casket,
one your fear places us in.
Together we stand on soil loosened
by the heavy weight of two.
Do you not know each one of us
must carry his own cross to Golgotha?
Do you not know your own strength,
hard won with all you have been through?
Or did I so lessen your load by carrying you
that your legs are now too weak to move on
to a solid, firmer ground.
I let you go now. I set you free.
Be on your way, without me.
Carry on.
Carry on.
annarino writes 