They say the things we carry

Are what define us.

I carry emotions

I don’t wish to discuss.


Because, like glass,

I can break.

What I carry

Makes me ache.


But what we carry

Tells a story,

Unique, unforgettable,

Though not all have glory.


Some stories we carry

Are regrettable,

Terrible, sinful,

sometimes not amendable.


But sometimes those stories

Are memorable

Because of the people

or places, it’s admirable.


The stories and things we carry

are what define us,

though some things

are beautiful or disastrous.

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