The Things We Carry

The Things We Carry Poem

Grief, anger, fear, regret and more,

The things we carry that constrain us like handcuffs

They trap us as prisoners, too weak to escape.

We wish we could lose these emotions,

Yet we aren’t willing to try.

Afraid of the consequences, fearful of the world,

These emotions weigh us down; limiting our joy.

They act like leeches,

Sucking out our optimism and hope.

They engulf us; turn us bitter, and cold.

Yet we continue to lug these emotions around.

Why we carry these things, we’ll never know.

Can we lose them? Change them? Are we stuck with them?

 Destined to have them consume us,

The simple things we can’t bear to face,

Strive to change these emotions into love, hope, and happiness.

So that the things we carry becomes a pleasure rather than a hefty task.