The Weight of History

The weight of history is what we carry everyday. Like ankle weights that shackle us to an antiquity we never lived. Past Unlived shared experiences that we know all too well. Different time same words but unspoken. They don’t know, I try to explain Everything translated as angry pain They pacify emotion as stereotypical figures Of you Of me Of us They don’t understand and they never will We try to Explain Present But we neither understand the past, the present, and we are leery of the Future Like scared children of the years gone by we attempt to find our way home in this distorted maze of lies and misconceptions. We without a map or guidebook attempt to find Home.