29/03/2025
POEM: Heavy
My friends tell me my bag is always heavy.
They tell me I take the longest:
to pack up my things, to get out of class, to get myself going:
home, school, or anywhere else.
In my bag there’s: my laptop, notebooks, pens,
and the yellow pad: I write, tear,
and share: my notes, scribbles, thoughts:
have I pulled the plugs at home,
Did I drink my meds,
Am I doing well with: school, friends,
family: does my mom miss me, do i miss her, do i forgive, do i remember:
she was once: a girl, a teenager,
the age that I am now:
I believe I carry her: in the back of my head,
on my shoulders, in the weight of my bag:
is an image of a woman carrying:
me and two hearts
heavy.
Layout | Reign Fulgarinas - Arts & Photography Committee
Poem | Henry Jugalbot
