Lately
I've been feeling weighed down by all this baggage
And there's a lot to unpack
So many buckles
Locks with no keys
And straps
Like these abandonment issues
I keep tucked away in the the fanny pack around my waist
Right next to the harsh words from my mother
And the radio silence from my father
The only constant in life so far
A self fulfilling prophesy
Retold by unhealed wounds
Caused by enormous insecurities
Trapped
In a backpack I keep close
I wear it almost like an armor
An excuse
To distrust kind words and actions
Swat away affection
And keep everyone 3 of Michael Phelps arms length away
My mental health resides in a water jug
No matter how much I pour
It's never great
It can never get full
It's not tragic
It never gets empty
It just stays in an uncomfortable limbo
A stagnation that slowly eats away
At my resolve to keep going
And this wouldn't be too dangerous
It wouldn't be too taxing
If it wasn't for all of the
Unresolved trauma
I walk around with satchels and purses
Slinging around suitcases stuffed to the brim with trash bags
That could explode at any minute
Because I haven't found a way to deal with it
And to deal with it
I'd have to be one hell of an organizer
I'm talking Marie Kondo level
To deal with all this trouble
You See
I've tried to compartmentalize
To make sense of it all
The more I try to unpack
And try to carry
I feel like
I could just fall
From all the weight
And pressure
That leaves cracks
Along all the carriers
And the zippers are near bursting
I can't take anymore
So I let go
And I hear glasses breaking
Ropes snapping
Is this truly happening?
The weight is off my shoulders
Scattered all around me
What do I do next?
Do I pick up the pieces?
Try to reassemble or rearrange
The life I once knew
Or do I turn a new
Page and try to live freely
To wash off these labels
And examine what I see
To strip off all this armor
Until there's nothing left but me
I don't know where to go from here
But my feet move a bit lighter
A bit quicker
I'm still a fighter
This is who I am
Without all this
Baggage
About the Creator
Shaye B.
Welcome to my trainwreck. I'm Shaye B and I'm pleased to make your aquaintence. I learned to read before I could talk and learned to write because I couldn't scream. I haven't quite learned to scream yet so I'll continue to write until then
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