Let go

Packed up all my
Goodness, neatly
In my back pack.
Each in its own
Little slot.
My empathy,
I put in the back.
You know It's fragile so..
I had to strap it in tight
Before I go.

My Joy was
A little hard to grab.
Kept jumping up n down,
Escaping my grip.
It took a while but
I eventually caught it.
For some reason,
It wanted to stay
But I knew better.
So into the middle slot
It had to enter.

The front slot,
Was for Trust.
The truth is,
I had packed this one up
A while back.
I'd folded it nicely,
N put it safely in my
Front pocket.
I like to know
exactly where it is you see,
For security purposes.

Last..
I packed up all my
Nasty..and spontaneity
This one likes to
Pop out randomly
So  I wrapped it up
Put it in a box
Then wrapped the box up too
Just to be sure

I wasn't ready
To leave yet..no
My back pack was way too heavy.
My strength too little
To carry it.
So I took some things out,
Stuff I didn't need anymore.
The first one on the list
Was Fear.
It weighed a tone,
So it had to go.

Anger was heavy too
N it was pressing up against joy.
The only solution
Was to pick one.
N the choice was easy,
Rather obvious actually.
I then weighed in and
My bag was  still too heavy.
More had to be lost.

I took a look inside,
Contemplating my options,
And finally settled on Guilt.
This was a tough one
To leave behind.
When I picked it up,
It crumbled..and some pieces
Got left in my bag.
I resolved to clean it up,
In due time,
On my way to the other side.
And that was that
I was finally ready.
My journey could then begin.