The Albatross

Alas, I have this albatross 
it hangs around my neck, 
I bear it with a tolerance 
wading through this shipwreck. 

Sometimes it doesn’t feel 
so much I can’t abide 
and then I find I cannot move 
I have no energy inside. 

I know that I could be much more 
without this heavy weight 
but I have no strength to elude 
this burden full of hate. 

Some day perhaps this albatross 
will loose itself from me 
and I may know the feeling 
of truly being free. 

When finally that day arrives 
and I look upon the shore 
and see the beauty of that island 
which I have seen before 

I will breathe the scented air 
and bask in the morning sun 
for when that weight is lifted 
I’ll have the ability to run. 

Until that day, I bear it 
from each morning to each night 
and live in dreams of the day 
the albatross takes flight. 


         november 2001