The Baggage we Carry.

I ran from my past so far and so long, when I tried to look back

the trail was gone.

The luggage I carried was heavy and tattered.

Its contents were fragile and already shattered.

I fell to my knees as I wept in despair.

Too tired to stand

Too broken to care.

It was too much to carry and too far to go

The terrain too bumpy

The journey too slow.

And the things I brought with me

would do me no good

For all I had with me were lessons I’d learned.

To run and to hide when things got to tough

To push people aside when life was too rough

To smile

and lie

and keep it all in

To get used to losing

because I was not made to win.

My suitcase was filled to the brim with this stuff!

No wonder I struggled and almost gave up!

No wonder I ran away from my past.

No wonder I was happy with coming in last.

With lessons like these I had been taught to concede.

Before even trying I often would leave.

I thought I had left these things far behind.

Only to learn they’ve been here the whole time.

I’m tossing this suitcase.

And its contents of shame.

I’m done living with regret

and dining with shame.

And when I choose to walk away

I’ll be lighter

and happier

with no baggage to claim!