How am I supposed to reach for the sky
When I know a storm lurks in the distance?
How do I entrust my faith in a God
When uncertainty always overpowers me?
How am I supposed to French kiss with life
When the thrill of adultery has vanished?
How do I embody a father’s dream
When doubt sinks me like the Titanic?
How am I supposed to appreciate fireworks
When I am blind to color?
How do I trust in a desert visual
When I know that mirages exist?
How am I supposed to believe in love
When it hurts so unbearably to trust?
How do I reach out to a sick mother
When forgiveness escapes me?
© 2014 by Charles banks, Jr.
Writing as Black Angel
Excerpt from “Burdens.”
Published by Spilt Ink Poetry