Heavy is The Crown

She struggles under the weight
Of course she does
Anyone would
Antlers bent and grown
Dripping with vines and moss

Sometimes she cannot even take a step
Of course she can’t
Everyone knows it
Legs feeling like cement and stone
Sinking into the river she can’t cross

She has to stop
Of course she must
Wouldn’t you
Vines of rust bend and grow
Pulling tight, her head she cannot toss

She wonders
Maybe one day it will fall
The weight of it, out from under
She will crawl
Leaving the weight of it all
Hanging in the breeze