A POEM A DAY

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BAGGAGE

Why is this bag so heavy?

What am I carrying?

Underwear and old girlfriends. 

Shoes.

My past and old fears. 

Wires to charge things 

I no longer own.

Shirts I don’t wear and 

Books I don’t read.

Things I don’t need!

I took off the backpack

And spread my wings 

And flew!

I never saw the straps

Until you cut them.