Eyelids close with weariness but find no peace.
Was it better when I did not care;
When switching the channel cleared the air?
Shoulders bend under pressure with no release.
Why cannot God have died just for me,
Instead of the whole damn family tree?
Back aching to shed an impossible load.
"Lift your eyes my child and find some hope,
You are bound by love- not a slaver’s rope."
Spirit refreshed, knows this is a well trod road.
