Some Might Call It Baggage

Some might call it baggage I am at the ending of my wits, I can’t take this much more There’s something quite amiss with you, it seems there is for sure I’ve asked you nice so many times, yet this I must endure It doesn’t take that long at all, a second for this chore Perhaps when you were smaller, as a child young and pure Something so horrific scared you badly long before And you just can’t get past it as your mind it does explore A nightmare in the kitchen that will cause you to ignore I love you, oh I swear I do, it’s you that I adore But, there is just this little thing that irks me to my core Some might call it baggage, but right now to me its war So tell me, would it kill you once, to close a cabinet door A pet peeve : ) Written for the “Gems for your Baggage” Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Carolyn Devonshire