Stuffing my backpack with new years goals,
and yesterday's tools.
My shoulders are weary not eager to carry more.
Blaming the size of the pack, I open it up,
seeking a simple reorganizational task.
Much to my surprise, screams and pleads
awaken my demise!
Projects and people, duct tape around their
mouths. Regrets, lessons, grudges, advice,
and offenses.
Weary looking people I am not willing to acknowledge
or dare I admit, forgive. Shouting priorities please!
Let us out of here!
Slamming the flap shut, I wonder how in the world
did this mess occur? I am "in control" the
self appointed manager of "goals."
Kicking it over with just a tap of my foot. Out
they all came, grumbling with mournings of relief.
The look on their faces reflected mine, confounded and confused.
That day, I lost over 800 pounds! I didn't put one
step inside the gym, and ate cake before bedtime!
Slept like a baby wrapped in fur.
What was the lesson learned?
Honorable mention
Adding your comment:
must have been a few in that backpack 
