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« on: December 04, 2017, 11:19:47 PM »

We are oxen, pulling bonded baggage through a dirt covered world.  If you stare long enough, one can see tracks of pain, lessons, and victories we hold onto trailing behind our neighboring strangers.  Grabbing a grizzled rope and placing the weight of the world upon ourselves, we trudge through days and nights that seem to have no end.   Scraping and shuffling our priorities, desires, and fears, our heart seems so over worked that sweat begins to form on furrowed brow almost breaking under the heaviness of each drop.    Our tired legs beat on dust covered paths leading to a future unknown.  When will put down our cart overflowed with a past we feel we must protect?    When will be become human and separate our selves from beast?  Suddenly, outbursts we see manifested at road rage, fist fights or senseless hate becomes a clear picture of how much each person is pulling.   Wobbly heaving out cries for someone to save us, people pass by with carts of their own filled to the streaking sky praying it doesn’t rain making our choices muddy.   Wiping salt and blood from our foreheads, we carry on,begging for a cool clean taste of relief, something to get this weight off of our collarbones, if only for a moment.
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