NO MORE

I realize

 

I have begun to rise above it

Not in a self righteous way 

 

In the way that I cannot carry

Anyone else’s baggage with me

For eternity

 

and I refuse to do so.

 

I have had enough

trouble with my own perceived baggage 

 

My life is weightless and so am I.

Like living on the moon

 

I have found that other people are my gravity

I can no longer carry them around

 

Like suitcases in an airport terminal.

I am going to miss my plane

It is the last flight out to

 

Nirvana

Reviews

[Dyrt]

God when did I get so bad

[SoHopeful]

I really like this poem.
It made me smile, inspires me in a way too.
Thanks for sharing. =^ ]