some days as I stand alone
the weight of the world
upon my shoulders
seems more than I can bear
not that I’m complaining
about the destiny
I have chosen…. I would not
change it for one moment
it just is at times ~ I grow
tired
my spirit
feels as if its been
snowed in…..
held captive
frozen still
without a twinkle
of hope
from the stars above
then I think of you
what you mean to me
how luminous you are
to the state of my being
where my wintry regression
slowly melts away
and my burden
appears no more
Image & Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~