I’ve always been one to overpack,
Both my suitcase and myself,
Only to realize too late
That I may not be able to support the weight.
I cram my duffle bag full and sling it across my back,
Pretending either that it is light or I am strong,
Regardless of which I’ve always been the type to just carry on.
But tonight, I can feel the parcelled feelings screaming beneath my skin,
And paralyzed by the sound of my own voice
I pray that the paper and pen can untangle the words knotted by my clumsy tongue.