I carry…
The ghosts of memories; regrets that I can not undo.
I carry…
The blissful smile of two sweet children; tucked into the corners of my heart, the recollection of those happy days uplifts me.
I carry…
The sorrows of the world; the bloodied sands in Darfur, the famished people in Zimbabwe, the tortured looks of the orphan children in the Ukraine as they rock in their cribs.
I carry…
My family in prayer; may God bless them and keep them sound.
I carry…
Burdens and obligations, laughter and tears, anger and depression.
I carry…
Myself.
Sunday Scribbling #85: I carry...
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You carry something that the world needs more of..........
Love!
I love this.........so poignant and somehow ethereal.
beautiful writing. I am going to print it off and keep it.
very nice take on the prompt.
How true, loved the last line -
"I carry..Myself", thanks.
and the weight of the world is upon you...
As always, you've penned a thoughtful post!
You carry so very much. Wonderful take on the prompt.
Very nice.
i can relate...thank you for sharing!
Happy Sunday!
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