I’ve packed the bags beneath my eyes
with lack of sleep and fatty foods,
with pennies pinched, some unsaid words,
and sorrow deep that won’t depart.
I’ve filled those bags with misplaced trust,
a squandered chance, a risk that failed,
both tiny sins and huge regrets,
my uncried tears and swallowed rage.
I’ve stashed my worries, stowed my fears,
hid dreams dismissed and secret shames,
trussed tarnished truths and polished lies.
I’ve stuffed the bitter bundle full.
I’ve crammed the bags beneath my eyes
until they’ve bulged all black and blue.
Now I can skip the baggage claim
since I’ve checked none and carry all.