She carries her cross, terrified and fully aware of surrounding and indwelling dissonance;
she knows she was made for more, a more she knows nothing of, which makes her ache with hope and agony.
Terrified, she treads deeper into the forest landscaped with fear and uncertainty.
She carries her cross because she needs more to live for.
Children who have yet to see the forest edge, for them she carries her cross.
While they can’t muster hope she, terrified, touches one more toe down.
She carries her cross, brown-eyed and unstable.
Terrified, the woman is Jesus, come back to lift the poor from the hopeless heaps we’ve put them in.