Life in a Backpack
Location
Today I carry a backpack
A required weight of course
For our thirteen year contracts
Declared drawn out remorse
While today is simply Monday
I have yet four days to kill
My “simple weight to carry”
Has so much room to grow still
A calculator and a binder
My lunchbox and pen
While innocent in appearance
They will pull me down again
Each item that I carry
Notes a different expectation
Each from a different person
Who only wants perfection.
Be smart, be musical
Be healthy, be hardworking
Be religious, be courageous
Be nice and be forgiving
Today I carry loves
My church, my friends, my fam’ly
My backpack wants to kick them out
But my heart pursues them quickly
So goes the life long battle
Between the heart and the mind
My mind won’t relinquish
My heart won’t fall behind
So it is in a life
There is only room for one
If perfection is expected
Not everything can be done
But despite this common truth
I won’t believe it for one minute
And I still attempt to conquer all
I don’t know the meaning of “forget it”
So instead I walk along
Carrying a weight that won’t diminish
Because while persevering seems unlikely
I still hope that I can finish.