BAGAGE

i walked alone under the branches of trees

since that is the way life should be

for I cannot walk on top of the trees

since my life’s journey is heavier than these.

i cannot love in retrospect

for that is not how love should be

nor like a wave upon the sea

that rages on to eternity.

i carry bags of heavy weights

until I arrive at bolted gates

and there I leave them, unopened

unwanted and unspoiled.

so what did i gain for all that i toiled?

to walk on top of trees

and know that still

i’m heavier than these.