Baggage

Baggage.

We drag it to the shrink,

Sob with it over a drink.

It’s a ‘me not you’ and

a blanket for our past.

We lump it, squish it

and excuse it when it bumps into others.

We never check it in,

Too eager to own it, abuse it.

Baggage is what I was carrying

when I saw the gospel on a billboard

‘Try a bag of happy, let go of the heavy, stop and be merry’.

I wish I could say on reading I ran into the setting sun,

But alas’ my bag was too heavy.

 

 

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