Let Me Out Of Here

Weighed down by complications –
you see, the amount of baggage
I carry surpasses my storage
capacity; and despite attempts
to simplify, paranoia tends to
my bathroom routines, and
no amount of persuasion can
appease her suspicions; and
the majority of my contents
have been accumulated by
my father’s business, and not
really mine to unload, although
I try, his tyranny still haunts me;
and well, anything new that I
start has to be protected from
the familial bouts of insanity;
and that is why I just want to
pack my bags and get out of
here, and be a mother to my
children; but it’s complicated.

(Art my own)

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VJ

Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

32 thoughts on “Let Me Out Of Here”

  4. Powerful words that express your vulnerability. How true that this is how familial issues feel like: “the amount of baggage
    I carry surpasses my storage
    capacity”
    Thank you for sharing your words and the image.

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  8. VJ….oh my goodness. Thank you….for sharing. And your artwork? I studied it for a few minutes…completely drawn in. I don’t know if I’m seeing things you intended or didn’t but there’s so much there. 💕

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  10. Yes, complicated. Why is it so hard to open a door and walk away? We are baggage, that’s why. I take me with me everywhere I go. Complicated.

    Jesus walks with me. He doesn’t mind my baggage. I’m not heavy to Him.

    Beautiful poem and image.

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