How can this be on my shoulders?
Was never grown enough to carry these boulders
All these years blind
Born without my mind
Moving forward would be such bliss
So, what holds me in the Abyss?
ALK
Sunshine
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Author:
Amanda Klessig (Sunshine) (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 8th, 2026 19:35
- Comment from author about the poem: For every child born on Earth
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments2
The weight of life never asked for but the burden of being born. Nicely done
Thank u. With all the war in the world right now it feels all our shoulders are heavy
You are most welcome
Great question!
What if "God" became (hu) Man
Knowing "He" would forget "He" was "God"
Yet "He's" got
An Imagination
And Intuition
Perhaps we're missin'
Something?!
Perhaps we are.... Hope is tried in the hardest of times. Prayers up 🙏🏻❤️ thank u
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