You lie with your cross hanging bare
It is what defines and saves you
Without it, you are an insect looking for warm skin
Lie close, and breathe deep, the heavy cross becomes lighter with time
You go back to your childhood
Full of dreams, and free of the nightmare
You waited for when the day would come
Your day of reckoning, when the world would recognize you
You wonder where it all went south
What you could or should have done differently
And maybe this cross wouldn't be your invisible guide to the world
But rather, a celebrated glamour-filled party you could call your own
Bearing upon you, these idle machinations are just the glue that keeps you stuck to it
You cannot let go, because it never will - just go
The nightmare has become you, and you are the lone traveller
Finding your way through these dark recesses
Space and time are the illusion of your mind
And the cross; of your body
Living a full life means accepting all that you can't have
Today is the day you begin your long journey forward, stronger for what you carry, and thriving with what you do have