No more….by Eliza Keating
I can not carry you a moment more
my feet they ache ,my body’s sore .
the time has come to walk away
no words I’ll speak .no more to say
you must unclasp let go my hand
I don’t belong within your troubled land
at first upon my hands and knees I crawl
at first without you holding on,I fall
eventually I walk and gather pace
with coolest wind in air upon my face
I’m running now from burdened life I’m free
no stifled us, at last , I carry only me