The Reality of the Burden

On my head

I carried the weight

of guilt and regrets

In my heart

I carried the rock

of pain and hurt

Soon they drowned

or buried deep

or so I thought

But they surfaced

with every earthquake

or a raging storm 

The burden heavier

Making me forget

All that I was taught

Can I never be free?

Can I never forget

even the distant past?

Oh, it chases you,

they said,

from birth to birth!

An ever-present

undercurrent,

underlining all you do

How do I rid

myself of this weight?

How do I let it go?

Throw it into space 

into a thousand pieces 

let it blow!

The space outside?

Some laughed.

What separates you

from it, they asked.

The lines that will

one day be wiped out?

More connected,

more united

than separate.

Lines, flesh, bones, 

like shadows,

waning and growing.

Burdens too

an illusion

to make you feel true.

For can you abide

a state where

there is really no you? 

Enjoy the solidity

or be free

and let it go.

Choice is really

yours if you dare,

don't you know?