Bags

I always have two bags with me. They go everywhere I go. I clutch them, I balance them everyday, all day. They always are in the way of everything I do. Like coming home from the grocery store and juggling bags in your arms to be able to unlock your door, I constantly fumble with my bags throughout life. One is filled with sadness, one is filled with shame. They are heavy. They are tiring, and I never seem to be able to put them down or hand them off to others. They are mine to constantly carry.