What do I bring
on this once-in-a-lifetime voyage?
Do I take the pieces of my broken mind
or my too-sensitive heart
that people love to rip apart
or my inside soul that
hasn’t stood the test of time.
Nobody else wants this stuff,
so why should I?
I’ll just reinvent myself
good at math
excel at science, or better yet,
be good at something that pays bills.
Stuff that makes me worthwhile, in the eyes
of society, or maybe for just one person
out there somewhere, in another life.
My suitcase is almost full, but still
I sneak in foolish things
like my imprisoned childhood creativity,
a beloved stuffed animal, or even ten, and
last but not least, my love for sentient
animals and plants,
just in case I have the chance
to be both me, and
someone new and improved.