In the dark of night I
peek into my pack.
I have stuffed my emotions safely
into my pack.
Among the emotions
I carry anger and hatred in my pack.
They cover my heart and arteries like plaque.
You may be surprised at the contents of my pack.
I look calm, smiling, put together and on track.
I cannot show you what is in my pack.
I have an image to back.
I have an urge to share my pack
without owning what is in my pack.
I share my pack
for causes that give me no flak.
My pack and I traveled a lonely path.
I realize now that lashing out at others
is not in my highest good.
I am now aware of the contents of my pack.
Learning to feel and express my emotions cleanly
without stuffing them in the pack.
Such a burden I used to carry in my pack.
I no longer travel a lonely path.
I now travel with a much lighter pack.
Copyright . 2011 by Shervin Hojat