Care Pressed Me Down

October 5, 2012

Care pressed me down

With all its might

Yet softer than a shadow’s whisper

I was so passively dismissed

During the waxing and waning of the moon

Left unable to breathe

Not seeing, not believing

And here I sit with nothing

Hands bound behind back

Invisible shackles on wrists

Tears fall as the dawn of a new day

Brings fresh stabs to an already trodden spirit

But as I cry

I realize

I do have something after all

Because I still feel

Care may have pressed down on me

But it has not yet won