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I am heaving under a giant rock and when my load is made
h e a v i e r
I cannot stop you with my hands full
holding square this world upon my shoulders.
Though I do not see a day when my back breaks
or my knees buckle,
I do fear my hands will indeed shake
and my heart ache for nothing.
This is nothing.
This feeling I reject and will work harder.
This fear I resist and will grow stronger.
For your love.
Today there is something here that lives neath the strain
of such insalubrious sacrifice.
The rains of our pain have nurtured, nourished,
and nudged it along far ahead of our short horizons.
What do we know anyway?
Though we won't experience the joy of watching,
I know now these deeds needed be done.
Our seeds planted will grow roots deep within firm earth true
while branching out above ground unknown
to bear the fruit of goodness mirroring that precious innocence
we so foolishly thought we could protect perennially.
A new dawn follows this blue one just set.