barren lands

My back is bent, my body curved beneath the ribs.

The weight.  I cannot bear the weight.

Groans resound the prayer, echo deep and uncontrolled.

I am the posture of curse, of pain and void.

My strength withers, my soul riddles.

What is it, O Lord?

What child is this?

 

 

 

 

 

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