Writing about life


I am a bag lady
 

I have collected bags

all my life

as long as I can remember

some big

some small

some stylish

some plain

these bags –

I collect

even

hoard...some might say

these bags

hold everything
everything in my life
emotions
stories
hurts
loves

lately though –
I have realized
these bags
all weigh different

 ~love is light and airy

I can sling it over my shoulder and take it with me wherever I go –
no matter how long the journey
Joy is the same
I can stuff my bag full of joy

and never feel
its weight
on my shoulder

but on the side
anger
shame
hate

can weigh me down
even if I am only carrying
a single
lonely
pebble in my bag

this tiny pebble
weighs a ton
like carrying bricks
bending me
side to side
hurts my body

little
by
little
tweaking my back
here and there

I have decided though
I surely don’t need
all these bags
weighing me down.

 I am getting rid of the bags
especially the tiny bags

the tiny bags
that carry

only the pebbles
the pebbles

that weigh me down

 I have decided
I only need One bag

One bag
and One bag only
to carry God

with me

all day

everyday

in that bag

I will find

all the

Love

Joy

Grace

Laughter

Hope

I can imagine

and

that

will be my only bag

I carry

from now on
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