"overlookers" poems
Every Tuesday I take a trip to the train station.
I pack all that I have, as heavy as it may be
set it upon my back
then begin my journey.
I stop at times when it all seems like it is too much
and try to adjust my cargo
But I realize that I am only slowing myself down
when I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders
I fake a smile, for undergoing such a weight is pain
I breathe in deep and count my steps, fearing that I will only drown and what I have been holding back.
I have a choice between going nowhere and going somewhere
So I choose.
And instead of hiding or quitting
I let my burdened baggage go
I open my suitcase, like an old wound
Lift out what has been tattered and torn
And set my burdened cargo free to the wind
I face what I must, and find strength in what I am tossed and thrown aside
I noticed the stares as overlookers pass
But I give them a smile and stand up a little taller
For when that is done, I have reached the station
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 6:42 PM UTC