What a heavy suitcase
childhood is.
Packed for us by others
Far too casually
For such a chancy expedition.
Crammed between the fantasies,
So many cumbersome conceits,
Obsessions, qualms that
Weigh down every choice,
Every wish, every day.
When can we unpack those
Early selves, fold
Them neatly in a drawer
And walk away?
Copyright (c) 2012 Ellen McCarthy. All rights reserved.
Copyright (c) 2012 Ellen McCarthy. All rights reserved.
