Baggage
I carry with me a suitcase of memories
Of old boyfriends, husbands and lovers
Of every betrayal I have ever endured
For every tear that I have ever cried
Every time I feel pain in my heart
The suitcase gets heavier
Causing me to walk unsteady
It is so full now that it feels as if a boulder lies inside
Cannot possibly carry the load
But, I manage
My spirit is weak, but strong like a fortress
But, the baggage is still there
When I talk to you little pieces fall out
I am exposed, naked
Part of the real me has been revealed
My fears are displayed
For inquisitive spectators
Who walk by
Glance and gazing at the spectacle
I am wearing my pain like a jacket
For everyone to see
But, not fully understand
So much of me is screaming out to the world
Then other parts of me are silent
But, no one can ever know the real me
Because all my baggage is cluttering the path to my heart
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