Possessions

San Juan Capistrano - Bric-a-Brac
My possessions surround me.
I am learning how they encumber me.

Today I want to walk away.

I am lost because I must protect them.
Sometimes they bring me deep fear.
I don’t know what to take with me.

I cannot escape the trap.
The books fill my shelves.
Trinkets decorate my home.
I have property beyond what I can recall.

I am full of frustration.
I want to leave my life behind.
I wonder what to do next.
I may start to run.
I may stop and release them all.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.
Photo credit: G & R

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About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, a poet and a librarian.
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