The Suitcase

There is a poor poor man I watch frigid winds blow his way He carries his suitcase of regret As his light slowly turns to grey If only he puts it down I'm sure he'd be okay But he keeps on carrying it day after day. As I go into my house I keep thinking about him The light that was bright That's now starting to dim Is there anything of value to him I might bring? All I possess are my thoughts and the songs that I sing. I think "I'm being silly" So I put him out of my mind It's the start of my becoming both regretful and blind As l start to carry it, this burden of the mind My own spirit diminishes, I become a bit less kind People keep coming and knocking I don't answer my own door I wonder if one day, they won't come any more? My cup of regrets, overflows onto the floor Why oh why, do I continue to pour? My mind is now aching My heart feels so sore What is wrong with me I feel sad to my core. By ignoring my brother My own heart I can't mend I want to be a real person Yet all I do is pretend The whisper of a thought that I'm to afraid to send Might help to bring another's pain to an end So I open my door Head out onto the street There is a poor poor man I'm now ready to meet Our hearts aren't much different Each has a convoluted beat We have our own regrets and we have tired feet Burdens are lightened When we learn to let them go Then through the grey concrete We can watch flowers grow Sure the winds can be cold Yet they eventually slow The sun breaks through the clouds Through our lives the light now flows There is a path that is less traveled let us find out where it goes! I was inspired to write this poem after Reading the poetry of "Inspired Heart" It got me to thinking about my own baggage and the things I choose to carry. When we don't reach out to others our own bags become just a bit heavier.