What I Carry
I carry a lighter to kindle my therapy,
So I may burn my problems away.
I carry a heavy heart,
In a cage-like penitentiary.
I carry the blood of alcoholism,
Prone to every addiction.
I carry low self-esteem,
My primary affliction.
I carry countless knives half sheathed into my back,
From all the cowards unable to finish what they've started.
I carry optimism for what my future holds.
At least I did, before it all departed.
I carry ink stained skin,
Over & under scarred tissue.
I carry an obsessive mind,
Dwelling restlessly on each issue.
I carry regret,
From love lost to life.
I hold to myself
An ongoing strife.
The list goes on
With things that vary
From bad to worse.
What do you carry?
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
