Bus Stop

In the end any woman will ask "why did it have to happen, in response to any mans reasoning in "why are you leaving".

The future is full & bright, but why can't we stop packing around the past; in our old hurt bags?

Who cannot  recall a moment of feeling; Lost or even Abandoned. Even with people who are still around us standing. Watching us carry those old bags; filled with anger, hurt and even more frustration.

One day a good hearted Samaritan observed; how our overbearing bags were carrying us. As we struggled to get to our next destinations. Is when that good Samaritan said this man with all his strength & this woman who seeks his love continue to  struggle for carrying those old bags; of life's disappointments. And no matter who steps in to carry that load with either of them; the choice was always there for us to let go of being controlled. By that old baggage we deny of carrying around.

The point is this without that old luggage we carry around; what are the chances we could reach the next bus stop without that old weight; of holding ourselves back for is waiting ahead.