What I Carry (Poem)

some things I learned that will not leave me

although I can sometimes leave them

the weight and shape of loneliness

a piece of furniture that travels easily

now hidden away in a back room

still I have opened the door after a walk

to find it sitting next to a table

where I’ll let it be for awhile before storing it away

the fragility of existence

a book whose pages I turn again and again

having found that the story ever changes

the ending certain but the how of it unknown

the unexpected gifts of love and kindness

these I keep on full display

scattered around as constant reminders

ready at hand if someone has need

they are the oddest of all, I’ve found

by the giving away they only increase

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