I used to be like that Erykah Badu song,

Bag Lady

I carried all of my luggage on my shoulders.

My tall frame hung over loosely,

Lacking confidence.

My woes were gigantic boulders on my chest.

And even though it hurt,

I kept piling on more baggage.

 

I started to run,

Run away from the fears that haunted me,

The dreams that I felt I couldn’t achieve,

The regrets that were stuck in my head.

I was suffocating,

Strangled by my own sadness.

And when I screamed out for help,

Everyone disappeared.

 

I made my way on a dark path

With thorns stabbing my back,

I was dripping blood,

But the rain couldn’t wash it away.

It was pouring, crashing, thrashing,

Flooding my surroundings and I was sinking,

Drowning, in my own anger and self-hate,

Being swallowed whole

Until I totally lost myself.

 

Again I find myself running

But now to face the issues.

I took out the poison from my life

And I felt the chokehold release.

I realized that sometimes

You have to lose your true sense of self,

And get lost on your path

To figure out where you are going,

And where you need to be.

 

I still look for love in lost places

I still have scars on my back from the stabbing.

But I am growing.

And as each day goes on,

I listen to Ms. Badu

I pack light.

And I now understand,

The only person that can hold all of my baggage is

God.