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The Things I Carried

by Doller

Can you see them?

Are they out in the open?

Can you tell that they are even there?

Are they hidden that well?

 

The things I carry are complicated.

The memories of the past,

The actions of the present,

The possibilities of the future,

All of it makes me unsure.

 

I see light the above,

But I’m pinned below.

 

They nag at me,

But I do not replay.

They tell me things,

But I do not repeat them.

 

The insecurity of not understanding,

Not understanding the people around me.

They keep me blind from the world around me,

They keep me away.

I am scared of every action I make,

All because of them.

 

The things I carry,

That I do not understand.

 

Would you like to see,

The things I carry?

Would you like to hear,

All about them?

 

They keep me under,

My lack of confidence.

They keep me away,

My fear of judgement.

They haunt me,

My regret.

 

I fear the things I carry

Because I understand them. 

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Doller
<p>This is a poem I completed for the Poetry Slam Scholarship on this site. &nbsp;It is inspired by the Vietnam war novel, "The Things they Carried" (by Tim O'Brain). &nbsp;The book is about the things that soldiers have to live with in and out of the war. &nbsp;The author talks about how all the men ame home with regrets and plenty more emotional scars than physical ones.</p><p>He, a Vietnam veteran, tells of his personal expirance of trying to find reason and clarity in his post-war life. &nbsp;He talks about the emotions and sorrow he carried with him in his life. &nbsp;I tried to mirrior this in which I talked about my low self-esteem and general insecurities. &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</p>

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