I dragged that baggage with me, everywhere I went
Not knowing that its contents, were costing so much rent
Forever adding to it, with all that I had found
Filled to overflowing, as it slowly weighed me down.

Self-sabotage and overthinking, took up too much of space
Until the burden of that baggage became too hard to face
Confronting every piece, I’d collected, held on tightly to
Slowly, painful, gradually, I work my issues through.

Studying all the pieces, realising their little worth
Throwing them away, in a cleansing, cathartic purge
At the bottom of the suitcase, I found a tiny heart of gold
Slightly bruised and battered, but there for you to hold.

Every now and then, if some baggage does break free
I revisit all its contents, and what it meant to me
A virtual Pandora’s box of all it made me feel
The hurts and insecurities, both imaged and for real.

So now that if a fragment of that baggage is unleashed
I view it for what it is, because my heart is now at peace
Because finally I understand, now that I’ve set it free
I’m giving myself permission, to be wholeheartedly me.