The bags that became baggage.
Saw my stillborn brother in a blue hospital rubbish bag.
This sawed a piece of my heart in half.
Killed by a tumor before he got a start, staved to death, no oxygen at all.
Why did I survive when he turned out so small and disfigured.
Body bags of neighbors two years in a row, on my birthday to boot. Same as my cat Marmaduke, mum's boyfriend run over.
Mum said.
Happy birthday dear.. the cats dead, go wrap him up.. and dig his grave.
The bags of clothes I have had to throw away due to the misgivings of the day, bad relationships and dismay, ripped off and taken for a ride, cause I wasn't blessed with pride.
Bags under my eyes, for the worries, that are heavy bags, in my minds eye.
Baggage how I have dragged you, then you attached with tender hook.
Old bag.
I maybe.
At that thought, time for a cup of tea.
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Think of the bad things but don't be tempted to dwell! Love the ending — a cuppa is always good (unless you buy it from Starbucks). Sorry you have experienced such darkness. Hugs x
Ha ha. Starbucks never had it, but sounds like it sucks. It was my attempt at Dark humor.
So sad...hugs x
Some have bags, some have doors, some have windows others burrows.
What ever attaches with tender hook.
Thank you kindred soul.
Hi Liliana
The horror of life that sticks to our shoulders to weigh us down through life. Penned brilliantly
loved especially:
“Baggage how I have dragged you, then you attached with tender hook”
Attached with tender hook. Just perfect imagery for such a painful part of life and the onward struggles we continue to carry the burden of
Powerful piece
hugs
Gwen x
Wow cool.. powerful I don't get called that.
So thank you very very much appreciated.
You have powers of your own, and you let them shine, well done u.
I put my emotions in bags sometimes, easier to get rid of, for me.
Each to there own indeed.
so sorry for your losses my really cool friend! some of us come here and don't need the lessons of mortality only the body. You relate your feelings in a way that invites us to ponder our own mortality! I love to ponder, it is the highest form of learning!...................................................Jim
Wow can I do that.
So cool.
And a magical privilege that you say these things.
Thank you dear man of honor.