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
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
hate
can weigh me
down…
do 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
my heart
my soul…
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
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