This thing we carry

this heavy weight

yet it weighs nothing
The weight of the world in your head
This burden has many forms,
it is said
Frustration,pain and dread,
all weigh heavy inside

This weight you cannot carry with your hand
This weight on your heart,
this weight on your back
For you carry this weight
      as you walk the land,
this dead weight with strength you lack

Your journey is close by,
near,
for this weight you fear

It must be allowed to release,
before it takes over,
it must cease

It will destroy the unique peace,
we have in the gentle tides of the heart

I reach the edge of I know not what
but it is the time and place,
to cast off this thing on my back,
restore my body,my face.
For it has etched it'self
with furrow and crack

Let it go on down,,over,into
the edge
Wearied body rejuvenated,
mind elated

Such a long walk with burden
such a short walk back,
of that i,m certain

go now,no fear in your heart,
that short walk is about to start
on the clear road of your new life

Gentle tides of the heart
lapping on edge of mind,
for this new walk is one of a kind,
new things you will find
on the clear road,on which you take part

Meet people on the same short walk back ,
for you never meet people on the long walk
to the edge,
for it's hard on the life ledge

Hand on shoulder on the clear road,
warm feeling grows,
It's the same for everyone on the clear road,
everyone knows

This moving tide,
of gentle,
  flows
      on the clear road