my cross

though a burden on my back
yet i am walking on
against the crowd
no face looks with kindness to me
i am shunned though my cross hinders
i am scorned and spat upon
yet still i trudge against the crowd

i long to put the cross away
and stand still, at the least
to let go and fly away from hope
with crowds and words which sound to tired ears as good

yet on i trudge, my face against the crowd
cross on my back, a burden, a sign to the world