Traveling with heavy bags
my shoulders
loaded beyond the point of intoxication,
past the stomach pumping and needle in heart,
yet still moving struggling to break free.
my aim is the upmost peak
the best of me i can be
so i refuse to settle for less
at times feeling useless
quick-sanded in place,
but i wont stop,
intense integrity
branded on,
i keep on drumming
singing from the gut
never stopping the music,
headphones on i travel with heavy bags
loaded like Scrooge McDuck’s money bin,
wishing i had his fortune
which would solve many misfortunes
but then i sense i’d have other,
maybe even bigger
more notorious
woes to worry about…
on rainy days i pout
as i fly amongst the clouds
lugging these heavy carry-ons.
Narolyn “Inkedspired” Clase
NS81 Poetry
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