Unpacking

The heavy load so full of grief

A pack upon your back

Each hand in you pull one out,

Out from the giant stack.

 

The memories that make your load

Each weigh you down today

And taking one out of the pack

Takes a price to pay.

 

But one by one they must come out

Or you will die up here

And every piece its separate  pain

Heavy with its fear.

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