we carry guilt
with us, sorrow and sadness.
the pain
of youth,
they are pebbles in our shoes,
thorns
in our side.
we carry the weight
of memory,
either good or bad
adding
to the load
upon us, heaped
upon our backs.
we carry love,
dismay and disappointment,
we carry hope,
and trust,
betrayal and lies
are with us too,
like lice
under our skin.
we carry
tomorrow and all the yesterdays
with us
as we walk
and walk,
from one point to another,
all just bus stops,
temporary homes
and relationships
on a trip that has
no no end.
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