The Bags.

I’m packing a bundle of button-less bags, to be metaphorically thrown off a bridge.

Inside are collections of nonsensical guilt: time spent worrying that I’m too much of this or not enough of that.

Clanking around are mismatched jars of other people’s history; deceiving friendships; all the instances I’ve been made an example of because I’m small, receptive, and kind.

I’ve thrown in my Size 4 Jeans that will surely never fit again.

I shove in meaningless knick-knackery that is supposed to be sentimental, but only sneers in silence.

I toss in the paperback version of a book that has caused so much grief, turmoil, and death.

My hands sprinkle in the ripped remains of photos from a life no longer lived.

Burn, motherfucker.


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12 responses to “The Bags.”

  1. Hell yesπŸ’₯
    Nicely done β€οΈπŸ€—

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  2. You sound a lot like me! And yes, the being too much and the not being enough are actually the same thing. But only to people who should not be around us.

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    1. Yep! We humans carry so much; it’s time to let some of it go. πŸ•Š

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    1. πŸ‘πŸ»πŸ‘πŸ»πŸ‘πŸ»


    Beautifully written. ❀

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    1. Thanks so much! πŸ•Š


    1. πŸ•ŠπŸ™πŸ»πŸ¦‹

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  4. One of these days I will get my act together, and say finally say good-bye πŸ‘‹ to items that no one else will treasure! 🧺

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    1. Yes! May we all embrace the act of saying goodbye. πŸ•Š


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