This burdened heart speaks low but clear <br />That today destiny’s lanes are not very clear; <br />That pain, like rain, can mist up the eyes <br />That clouds, like pain can block out the skies <br /> <br />That somewhere else my heart wants to go <br />There are dreams and all I had to forego <br /> Burdening my heart: where lies happiness <br />If my mind lies elsewhere, oscillating and vacillating: <br />Restrained and constrained, layers within layers <br />Life is but a stage and we are the players <br />But also when total liberty beckons, perplexed <br /> My soul is vanquished, there are no walls to demolish <br />No mountains to climb, no one to care; <br />Nobody to say, nobody at all <br />“Not now, not like this, not this time” <br />That somewhere in this century we are alone, bewildered, <br /> Abandoned, that we are <br />Parts of burdened hearts, that lie lost, thrown aside <br />Neglected, dejected, rejected <br />That there are no signposts on the crumbling way. <br /> <br />This burdened heart stops and starts <br />Carries on, bump-a-lump; will not give up <br />Life is but a brimming cup.<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-burdened-heart/
