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I carry travel sized issues wherever I go.
Fear of abandonment
pairs nicely with a hesitation to trust.
They are kept beneath both a layer of
codependency and intimacy anxiety,
a constant contradiction,
wrinkled and disheveled,
I wear them every day.
I am beginning to unpack
my baggage on these pages.
Poetry lessens the load.
Handle with care
was scrawled across my skin
in thick black letters
on the day that I was born,
but I was still drawn to the people
who were careless with me.
I chose them over the ones
who tried to wrap their arms around me
so that I would not break.
I don’t want to be damaged goods.
I want to send all this luggage away,
but I fear the cost of shipping is too great.
It all feels like too much.
I ask myself what if the weight is too much.
I ask this too much.
I know I can’t carry it all on my own.
So, I’m gonna start letting some of it go.
I am using poems.
I write it out as much as I can.
I write as much as I can.
When the burden is light enough
I will keep moving.
I will not pick up any of my baggage
once I set it down.
I will not look for it in lost and found
because I have found
that I have more than I have lost.
Building trust is painful for me
but I brace myself.
I lean in to it.
I try again and again.
It’s getting easier.
I am adapting to the pain.
It is worth it.
I fear people will never love me enough
to stay.
So, I either keep my distance,
afraid to not be enough,
afraid to be too much,
or I try begging to be needed,
demanding too much from myself,
desperate to earn love,
pleading for it to be permanent.
I’m learning to stay somewhere in between;
an open door
but a security guard always on duty.
I will not beg anyone to come in and stay anymore.
I can’t leave my issues behind
but I am strong enough to carry them
and with every collection of poems
my shoulders find relief.

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from The Valley Is Not Your Home, released February 24, 2019

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Janelle Maree California, Maryland

27 year old poet, special education para-educator, Netflix enthusiast, devoted daughter, sister and friend. You can always find me either singing Disney songs, laughing loudly or talking about hope.

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