Bag lady

I am a bag
lady

I have
collected bags

all my life

some big

some small

some stylish

some plain

These bags –

I collect

even

hoard

some might
say

These bags

hold

all kinds of
different

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

 

On the other
hand:

anger

shame

and

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

and hurting
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

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