My Bag and Me

I brought everything in a bag. Feeling my arms sag. In that place, they gave us blankets. In that place, they gave us regrets. But all those memories are for another time. I packed it all up, leaving the walls I would climb. I used that bag year after year. I used it to pack gym gear. I used it on my vacation. That bag followed me to each destination. But some days, I wonder if this bag, Which is beginning to sag. Is haunted by that place, as much as me. When the bag was new, and I was 23. The bag got old and worn. I became torn. I almost threw it into the trash. But then I sensed that it could be rash. Instead, I decided it simply needed cleaning. For years, I never found meaning, In this bag. We are both beginning to sag. But inside a hidden pocket, is a note. “How To Save The World,” I wrote. Maybe, I could become a hero someday… My bag starts to sway. My bag starts to say- “They might once again lock us away. But if we work in secret, we’ll save the world by Sunday.”