Unraveling

Crosses

We are all carrying crosses on our backs.
We all carry a burden.
Some are so painfully heavy,
Others incredibly light.
Those with a prance in their step,
Those with sweat on their face.
Those who draw envy,
Those who get sympathy.
We all carry crosses,
Burdens of all shapes and sizes.
And we will never rid ourselves of them, not until we reach the grave.

But see this;
We walk towards the end, toward that six foot hole in the ground every day, every breath.
But there are those who see a journey,
And there are those who see a fate.