Baggage Full Of Bricks

Numb where I thought I’d never be.
A temple disturbed by pressure I’ve refused to remove from my shoulders…

“Got to get the next buck…
I just,
Need to know that I can eat tonight and the next…”

Yet,
All I can think of is,
Cutting off each strap from a backpack scuffed by each of my attempts to either fill myself with joy,
Or,
Search and find what my mind believes I’ve needed…

But,
It’s my heart that’s been hurting.
Hurt from a loneliness more so involuntary than deliberate.
Yet,
There isn’t much I can do.
Regardless of any answer I may come up with,
Only one looks clear to a nomad with nowhere to go.
Keep moving forward!
Question is,
Will I keep moving forward with baggage full of what I should’ve let go a long time ago?
Or,
Will I gently slide it off of each shoulder,
Gracefully,
Watching its front side belly drop into an ocean of tears I now drink after filtering my life of doubt and sorrow with,
Love and joy…

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