Every Friday, Kate posts a one word prompt and invites you to write for 5 minutes. You can check out her site and other’s FMF writing here.
What do I carry?
It reminds me of a book title I never get right and poems from Ada Limon. I will have to look them up after I am done writing for my five minutes. (See titles at the bottom of the post.)
I carry the responsibility of my family now. I do not have a partner anymore to share it with. I have to carry on legal matters that are becoming more complicated every time I have a phone call.
I carry my purse that I wish had a shoulder strap I liked.
I carry a lot of emotions inside me and they are fighting.
I am an arena.
I carry myself the way I feel I should which translates into not crying in front of people and compartmentalizing work. There seems to be a switch I can turn on and off and slip into teacher/coach mode and cut off personal emotions off. It feels strange to me.
I carry memories that swirl those emotions into a soup of me. Some are happy, some frustrating, some I don’t want to remember.
The backpack gets heavier every day.
These were the books I was thinking of:
The Things They Carried by Tim O’Brien
The Carrying: Poems by Ada Limón