to start
i am excited for
and in my hurry to start
i ran and skipped and danced
but on my second day
i realized i hadn’t gone very far
i carried this bag
full of words from my past
that weighed and tired me down
and while i rested
i couldn’t help but look
to see what made it so heavy
and hard to pull
it was every word of heartache
from my past and everyday before last
which made me so sad
to think i’d be stuck
or take longer
to move on and forward
my toward
so I dumped them all
out of the bag
and onto my paper
one word
per image
per moment of incident
page 3 is where I leave them
.
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© Sara Febles
