Between the Shadows

I enter between the shadows
and the stones at dawn,
when the world is happy
and fresh - before the darker
days of winter sneak in
to make the brightness
wither.

I follow the path before me
and find myself by the river,
amongst the snowy, leaden
boughs. Like them, I am weighed
down, desperate to shed
this load.

But I know my place -
my curse - so my weary
shoulders straighten
as I nudge my burden
into place and carry on
once again.


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