The burden
Freedom from this burden lies within sight, but I cast my eyes away. I don’t want to let it go.
Perhaps a bit of pride is tied to the pain. I don’t know…
Maybe I’m afraid if I let it go, then there won’t be a scar. I think I need the scar. It helps me to remember where I’ve been, and with whom I’ve served.
Too much of this matter clouds me. I think I will just keep walking. I’m not ready to take the pack off right now.
Is that a sin?
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