Not Me + Not Mine

This came to me this morning, so thought I'd share it. It's pretty rough, but when I thought about working on it and tidying it up I decided it was better as is.

Not Me + Not MIne

These pains I carry are not me and not mine.

This sadness I hold was my mother's, I took it on my shoulders.

This judgement is my father's, I packed it in my bag.

This shame came from my brother, I kept it with me always.

But none of these things are me, and not mine to carry,

so I've thrown them away.

Sometimes I pick them up again, for old times sake,

but I do so less and less these days.

I prefer to travel light.