travel light poem

Travel Light
By Britney Pieta

(inspired by the title of the book , "Travel Light," by Max Lucado)

We start our journey with nothing but ourselves,
With no attachments, no burdens, just the clothes on our backs,
As children we have baggage of stuffed animals and blankets.

Growing up, life seems to hand us more and more things to carry,
We carry a backpack for school and take on the task of learning,
Given grades that seem to tell us of our worth.

We carry the task of finding who we are in adolescence,
Awards, trophies, and photo albums that stare at us,
Our schedule of things we need to do in our lives is as long as Santa’s list.

Not only physical burdens make us lose our strength,
Parents trust us with more and more information about the world,
Things that make us feel the world is not a safe place.

We learn about all the hard things in the world,
Carrying emotional heartaches from breakups,
Boxes of stuff that remind us of that person that we drag from relationship to relationship.

We start to feel as though we want to solve the world’s problems,
Having all sorts of files overflowing our suitcase of responsibilities to people,
Trying to become those people that we look up to while we are switching from job to job.

Physical and mental burdens weighing us down like a ton of rocks,
Who can wonder why we can barely move another step?
God didn’t make us to carry the weight of the world on our shoulders.

Release your burdens out the window,
 Let life’s burdens and fears be carried with you no more—travel light.