Frayed Baggage

Frayed Baggage by Odin Roark Dreamt fields Where wall-less interiors boast stunning views Personal vistas of imagination Requiring only attachments be left behind The resentful The angry The baggage labeled heavy For just as everyone can’t be Who or what they think they are Revelation often becomes frayed baggage of the mind Clutched with guilty claws Self-loathing that refuses to heal Narcissistic defenses Deliver delusions of grandeur Driving the moral compass further downward Where an icy kingdom of vicarious reality Becomes one’s personal abyss Such is the plight of a luggage-laden life One’s weighty attempt to always be part of something Rejecting being one with the singular self as success The fortunate abandon that which can’t be changed Unshackling the drag-behind regrets and disappointments And breathing in the oxygen of continuance Discovering closure reveals the eternal opening The paradoxical passage into meeting One’s innate traveling companion of wager The one who travels with toothbrush only Sharing weightless wins in life We know not of… Yet