At school we are currently reading “The Things They Carried” by Tim O’Brien. On a somewhat related note, my English teacher assigned my peers an I to writing a one page poem about the things we carry on a daily basis- tangible and intangible. Here is my poem; I’m just putting it out there.
A Forever Kind of Weight
In my backpack,
I carry more than my heavy textbook,
The books of wisdom and knowledge from the past,
The notebooks with perspective in the form of the messiest handwriting,
The accordion folder holding the important files and documents for class,
The binders filled with worksheets from a semester ago.
I carry these things around,
But only temporarily.
Like the various colored pens and pencils I own,
The six different flavored lip balms,
The sweet smell of a lotion given as a gift,
The various amounts of metallic jewelry clinging and clanging together,
The white headphones, with the jack still raw from being pulled from my phone,
The ringing from some of the best music one’s ears will ever hear,
The echo of me and my friends laughing together,
The trace of a smile on my lips.
It’s all temporary.
Take a moment to consider what I might be carrying at all times.
The fatigue and exhaustion that comes with a life plan like mine,
The lack of excitement I feel when I’m let down,
The impression that the yelling leaves on me,
The degree of stress that nearly pushes me to the edge,
The tears I choke back.
But it’s not all negative.
The things that last come in different forms.
Like the crumpled up notes with declarations of love.
The ragged handmade friendship bracelets.
My passions scribbled repeatedly in my journals.
My visions drawn out in my sketchbook.
My hopes envisioned and ingrained in my mind.
My love for this world,
Regardless of the good and bad that comes with it.
That is what I carry with me.
That is a forever kind of weight.