The weight of Poetry

Sometimes Poem a day feels like a trudge,

Putting one word in front of the other

Like some endless uphill climb

When you try and remember why you

Put all the gear on your back and started out.

You would think a metaphorical pack

Full of letters and punctuation marks

Wouldn’t weigh so much,

But I guess anything you carry over time

Can strain your resolve.

I’m in that place where everything

Is starting to look the same

And I’m starting to wonder if I have it in me

To be a poet over the long haul,

If I can carry the weight of things

Up into the light

Where the view is crystal

And it seems like you can see forever.