Bags
this is what I was conditioned to believe of-
one bag full of abundance and hugs
and another bag full of sticks and stone.
I stare at both bags not knowing which one
I will end up grabbing.
will I create a fire or will their be a propare fire pit
waiting their patiently for me?
Unfortunately, I don’t believe either bags are bad luck.
One bag full of sweets and gold but has some rips and smudges.
and One bag freshly new with the weight of a pound of a thousand bricks.
When I stare at both bags I start to think-
Which one is yours and which one is meant to be?
Can we survive through a storm?
Even if this bag is super worn.
Can we survive in the streets?
When the homeless try to steal you from me.
Will your abundance start to run dry?
Will the stones become weapons?
Or will it just be a tool to create more?
I have all of these questions and yet I stare at two bags.
How will I know which one is for me?
Was I conditioned to pick up a bag
that forces me to think strategically?
Or am I supposed to choose the easier road?
Sorry I had to stop and think.
Because one bag means everything-
and I am scared to grab it again
knowing it might throw me off balance
and I will land on my feet
having to drag you with me.