The Things I Carry

August 15, 2010
By *AshleyS* BRONZE, Tuscaloosa, Alabama
*AshleyS* BRONZE, Tuscaloosa, Alabama
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Favorite Quote:
"I want a life that sizzles and pops and makes me laugh out loud. And I don't want to get to the end, or to tomorrow, even, and realize that my life is a collection of meetings and pop cans and errands and receipts and dirty dishes. I want to eat cold tangerines and sing out loud in the car with the windows open and wear pink shoes and stay up all night laughing and paint my walls the exact color of the sky right now. I want to sleep hard on clean white sheets and throw parties and eat ripe tomatoes and read books so good they make me jump up and down, and I want my everyday to make God belly laugh, glad that he gave life to someone who loves the gift."
— Shauna Niequist

I carry a phone daily
And the weight of being a people pleaser.
I carry a Bible
And a cup of coffee on Sunday morning.
I insist upon carrying lyrics in my head

And a song for my lips,
My own private escape.

Often what I carry varies by time of day
A water bottle before practice,
A good novel that I can’t put down,
An earring that is frantically searching for its mate.
I carry a half written essay, searching for words to complete it,
And a load of books that will inevitably cause back problems one day.

I carry things I’m proud of,
Things I wish I could put down,
Things I enjoy,
And things I sometimes hate.

I carry several keys on my key chain
A set of car keys, perhaps the most desired object by my younger self,
Now taken for granted,
And a key to my house, along with my parents’ trust.

I carry parts of those I love
Their specific lingo,
Their laugh,
Their thoughts on life,
Their trials.

I carry a smile, a frown, a furrowed brow, or a different face,
An obvious mirror of my mood.
I carry a ticket stub in my pocket,
A photograph from my childhood,
A verse about humility that I am seeking to emulate.

I carry a basketball in my hand,
And the responsibility of being a player on a team,
An individual part,
Its function necessary for the success of the whole.

I carry things that are not mine alone.
A borrowed necklace,
A group project,
Groceries from the car,
My last name.

I carry the desire to laugh,
To cry,
To scream,
Or sometimes just to sleep.
When I sleep, I am able to stop carrying,
Until the things I carry slip into my dreams.

I carry the desire to change the world,
Sometimes without the motivation to do anything about it.
I carry my mother’s voice,
Whether or not I want to listen.
I carry my dog in my arms,
And the assurance of unconditional love.

No matter what I do,
I am always carrying
Both things that are tangible and things that are not.
You are what you carry
Seems appropriate to me.

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