Weight
Weight
I push it up the slope.
I roll this boulder.
Days, months, years,
Generational collaboration.
When I get tired,
And it won't go any further,
I hold it in place.
Never fully resting.
Was the weight meant to be this heavy?
And how far am I meant to take it?
Wanting to let go,
But never letting it.
Others concede, calling it a day.
They let the stone roll,
It rolls.
Down, down and down again.
With their day ending there,
A family ceasing.
But I won't let that happen,
I tell myself that, I think.