there is no love
without consciousness
there is no life
without love

how do we tear
ourselves apart
with only a word
come to be

what could I say
to forgive you
of yourself
and the weight

the burden you bear
for no other reason
than the comfort
of its presence

like the yoke
of the oxen
without it
life undefined

purpose in being
ours to decide
will we be
what we will

the past is buried
a windswept tide
washes the stains
from our lives

each day a flower
waiting to bloom
from the burden
buried before …


5 thoughts on “baggage

    • Sometimes I don’t recall the poem until I read it again, and I have to say that sometimes I don’t know where the words come from. It is good to know they reach you … All the best!

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