whenever grief or heartache came my way
I’d put it in my knapsack and touch it every day.
everywhere I went it was on my back
sapping my strength for the next attack.
and the heavier it got the more battles I lost
from clinging to the past whatever the cost.
but I had a great idea just the other day:
I went to the garbage and I threw it all away,
and now I’m feeling as light as can be
and wherever I go life smiles at me.
©Jane Paterson Basil