The weight is there--
The weight is there--yes, I’m sure--
Waiting for a miracle cure,
But comes to me no antidote.
My single option is to cope,
To suffer through the frenzied pain,
To not my grueling grief proclaim.
Beneath the burden burns my pride,
Dissolves my dignity to confide
A curious secret to my soul:
Enigma that has gained control
Of body, mind, resulting life
Equivalent to endless strife,
A storm swelling constantly caged,
Wildly wrenching to release its rage...
No success to quench its thirst,
No serenity for a body cursed.
I foolishly bid the tempest subside;
All present reality thus denied.
I fervently try the ache to forget,
But the weight I feel not lifted yet.
-Krista Lester (1993)