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.