THE CARRIED CROSS

A poem that reflects on the weight of past. Through the metaphor of a journey to Bethlehem, it explores themes of resilience, connection, and the search for healing.

I know a road to Bethlehem,
It is filled with strangers passing by.
I sat by the sidewalk of this road,
Kneading my tired feet, soothing my aching back.

The sun was shining with all its might,
The sand burned beneath my touch.
I raised my eyes to the sky and back-
And met yours, full of wonder.

Melancholic sounds filled the air,
Voices searching for the promised deliverance,
Blinded by our need for a cure
To this intolerable insanity.

We met at the precipice of our lives,
Both haunted by the echoes of our past-
One by the absence of human connection,
The other by the weight of distrust.

There was an intensity to our bond,
Confronted by our fleeting interactions.

I know a road to Bethlehem.
As I sat at its corner,
I watched my half-drunk water and finished bread.
Everyone was tormented by this endless path-
Some giving up, others chanting words of wisdom.
The heartfelt songs lent us strength to carry on.
Yet, I wondered: would we truly be freed from this cross?

Little darling of mine,
I tried to shield you as best as I could.
I would have walked this road a million times over
If only it meant you’d have a good life.
Alas, we had to take this journey together.

I know a road to Bethlehem.
They told me if I reached it, my mind would be healed,
I would become a better version of myself,
Able to look into your sorrowful eyes with pride,
And tell you, at last- everything will be fine.

Be brave, step by step.
The road is long, but we are moving ahead.

 

Landra.G.M