I’ve tried losing this baggage
For more than 20 years
You’d think it’d be long gone
Yet, there it hangs zipped up
The colour doesn’t suit me
The size is way too small
The style is well out of date
The cut is all wrong
It hurts me to simply see it
Itching at my flesh
I’m stronger than that, I know I am
Yet it throws me into doubt
How do I let go of the hurt
How do I untangle the mess
How do I throw what doesn’t fit
Without throwing myself out?
- Daisy
