The Backpack
by Kelly Hanwright
Some days I feel as if I am carrying
a backpack filled with concrete.
It sits on my shoulders
like a 300 pound man.
On days like this my feet drag;
jaw drops and I am afraid
to smile at anyone.
But what would happen if I set it down?
If I set it down
then
it would surely explode
and shatter life’s purpose.
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Please read the original post with the backstory and freewrite for this poem at Kelly’s blog here.
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Poem inspired by prompt from Day 2 of 30/30: What are you carrying?