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There Are Weights On My Shoulder
there are weights on my shoulder
and everyday they keep on a certain burden
i slouch a bit making a balance between pain
and capacity to bear this
kind of living,
time knows how to manage burdens
and weights and
pain, and so here i am before you
as you read the last line of my words
i am finally attuned
i have taken the scales of
equivocation and wandered along the spaces
of ambiguities
and ironies and paradoxes
in such a way that whatever side i take
on whatever wall i lean
on whatever river i cross
and sometime even dream of flying across the
boundaries of this human fence
i have learned the art
this trick of picking up meanings
yes, i have understood the meaning of my life
i am lifting the lightness of the weight of my being.
i have wings
without feathers.
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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