High school backpack

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oh, sweet backpack
the things you’ve carried
longing for the wind
of acceptance, belonging, and intermingling
but that did not fit in you pack
river stains on your face
from distortions at home’s about face
knotted interwoven tummy
from the dreams you had that went running
breathing in crippling breaths
and day dreaming of death
a thread of Him was in sound
as you stayed twisted in the world's merry go around
that is what you carried
i graduated and crawled out
you stayed back
it was not good where you dwelled
we both knew that
you heard from a little bird
that it was rough for me too
although miles away i continued to carry our layered sand
started to meet with Him
yet continued dancing with the land
a following graduation surfaced
you remained
it became worse where you slept
but we knew that
you heard from little sparrow
i met someone
now we all carry the burdens of complication
but I started to learn to hand some off to the One
it’s been eighteen years
i crawled back
its good to see you
it’s been up and down and all around
but you knew that
as you lay on my back
and travel with me now
the heaviest of stones have skipped away
just like little bird
we can now graciously fly away
currently what’s in our pack
is completely held by Him
and in all reality
He has always held all the things
in our backpack