a morning mark

I left a morning mark on the pavement of today
cold was the brush but warmed up to my mood
impulses rise up and hinder my way
making me stop
stand still
and express

if I carried dignity with as much success
as I carry my burdens of baggage
(you know the kind)
I wonder if things might be made a little easier on me
but the concierge in me won’t comply
..he’s strengthened by a heavy load
(more so by a heavy wallet)
and I give him larger tips these days…
he drains from my supply
and if only I could dump this load of mine
but I’d forget who I’ve been
the concierge would die
and I’d have no answers for my future ‘whys’
with no history, of what would I comprise?

Megan Graham.