We delve deep into the art of letting go here on “Me, Myself, and Therapy.” We learn strategies, we share insights, and we champion the liberation that comes from releasing burdens. But let’s be real genuine release isn’t always a clean break. There are emotions, memories, and even old beliefs that can stubbornly cling, refusing to fully dissipate. It’s a natural part of our human experience to find ourselves still carrying bits and pieces of our journey, long after we thought we’d set them down.

“Things I’m Still Carrying” is a heartfelt acknowledgment of these enduring elements. It’s a space to sit with the parts of us that still hold onto the past, whether it’s grief, regret, or unspoken words. This poem is for anyone who understands that healing isn’t a straight line, and that sometimes, the bravest act is simply to recognize and honor what we continue to carry.

Things I’m still Carrying

The world spins on, a blur of vibrant hues, And I walk through it, carrying what I choose. But in the quiet corners of my soul’s deep keep, Are whispered burdens, secrets that I still reap.

I’m carrying the echo of a laughter lost, A melody once sung, at such a bitter cost. The memory of hands that once held mine so tight, Now just an empty ache in the fading light. And with it, the unspoken words, the ones I couldn’t say, That tangle in my throat and steal my breath away.

I’m carrying the weight of dreams that never flew, The paths untaken, skies of endless blue That shimmered just beyond my outstretched hand. The “what ifs” whisper, soft as desert sand, Reminding me of courage I could not then find, Leaving fragments of a future left behind.

I’m carrying the sting of wounds that time can’t mend, The sharp betrayals, from a trusted friend. The cruel remarks, that burrowed deep inside, Where fragile self-worth often tries to hide. They surface unexpectedly, a sudden, jarring sting, A phantom pain that certain moments bring.

I’m carrying the shadows of my past mistakes, The hurried words, the chances that one forsakes. The times I stumbled, or I let someone down, A heavy cloak beneath a forced-on crown. The ghost of who I was, still walks beside me near, A quiet judge, reflecting every fear.

I’m carrying the worries for the ones I hold so dear, A constant hum of unspoken, tender fear. For their safety, joy, for paths they’ll choose to tread, A mother’s heart, forever softly led By threads of love, so fragile yet so strong, Wishing to shield them, where they might go wrong.

And sometimes, I’m just carrying the silence deep, The moments when I faltered, or I chose to weep When strength was asked for, and I had none to give. The silent battles, where my spirit strove to live Against the current, unseen and undefined, A lonely journey, deeply etched in mind.

Yet, in this carrying, a strange truth I now find, These burdens, though they linger, are not unkind. They’ve shaped the empathy within my very core, Taught me resilience, and to love just a bit more. For every weight I bear, a lesson I embrace, A deeper understanding of time and grace.

So I will walk on, with these things I still embrace, Each burden softened by a newfound grace. Not to be discarded, but understood and seen, Part of the tapestry of who I’ve been. And as I journey, letting go of some, anew, I hold onto the lessons, forever strong and true.