I Was Caught

I was caught between a rock —

A hard place that may be —

And I was caught (when I did look)

Between a sunken tree.

And on my shoulders sat a pack

Of blood and stone and salt.

And on my shoulders sat a pack

Too much for me to walk.

This sunken tree, I came to know,

But, yet, had paid no mind.

This tallest tree, that in my woe,

I did not wish to climb.

And time and time I waited

For someone else to pull me through.

And time and time I waited

While the tree beside me grew.

But no one came, and so surprised

Was I that none did help.

And no one came, but I surmised:

I had to help myself.

Discarded laid my troubled pack;

It raged, oh, did it scream.

Discarded, but, without it’s weight

I climbed up to the leaves.