Sunday, October 11, 2015

To the bricks in my backpack

I'm not sure when you got here, but I remember the day I realized it wasn't just textbooks & notebooks in there. 
It was the day he wanted to die, and none of us would let him. 
Everyday I bear your burden, and I don't mind, but please leave.
That day my best friend left & never came back quite the same, you got heavier. 
The textbooks & notebooks are mad at you because I haven't talked about them the same since you came around. 
To the one who makes my shoulders sore, I know exactly where you came from. I still can't seem to say it out loud. 
I know this has been your home for a while, but people are starting to notice, I think it's time you go. 
To the bricks in my backpack, goodbye



4 comments:

  1. I love the idea of the burdens in our lives being worn like a backpack. They truly do take a toll on us physically and emotionally. I really liked this idea of letting these things go. Well done!

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  2. this is beautiful and tragic and raw and i admire the way that you acknowledge sadness and release sadness

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  3. This is fantastic. I think we should all get rid of the bricks in our backpacks.

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  4. "To the one who makes my shoulders sore, I know exactly where you came from. I still can't seem to say it out loud."

    mmmmm

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