I carry many things
Today I carry a pen
A pad and paper too
They hold the things I carry
My pen carries my thoughts
My pen and pad carry my feelings
When they combine
They carry me
I wonder about things
I wonder about others
They wonder about me too
I wonder if my pen and pad
Can carry the many things I wonder
They do
It doesn’t matter
About the weight of the load
It matters about the capacity
The capacity carries itself
Myself…
Carries a load
Of a combination
If the combination is too much
Too much to carry
A stroke of my pen
Across my paper
Can carry a weight so heavy
That I don’t have to worry
I don’t have to worry about carrying
Anything
Anymore
Anytime
The things I carry
Are not measured in pounds
Not measured in tons
A scale can’t weigh what I carry
Nothing can
Or ever will
A scale can’t measure the weight
Love can measure the things I carry
Compassion
Empathy
Even sympathy
But I don’t rely on the scale of love
Or compassion, empathy and sympathy
I don’t rely on it to measure the weight
I rely on love itself
To carry my hand
So I can carry my pad and paper
So it can carry what I have yet to understand
If love could be measured
The scale would break
Into shards
Of compassion
Empathy
And sympathy
The things I carry
Are not only for me
But for the others
The others I care about
The others I wonder for
The others who wonder about me
I think about you
The one who is reading this
And hopefully
My words can carry you
Carry you to a place
Of compassion
Carry you to a place of empathy
A place of sympathy
A place of understanding
The things I carry
You carry too
Everyone does
I carry words
That cannot be defined
They can’t be spoken
But they can be seen
And if you can see them too
You’ll understand
Why they can’t be weighed
On any scale
On anything
The things I carry
Are hard to understand
Hard to put in words
That can make one understand
That can make one see…
My hands are fragile
My hands are breaking
I leave behind
Shards of compassion
Shards of empathy
Shards of sympathy
All from two hands
As long as my pen
Carries my thoughts
They will have a place
To call my pad and paper home
To heal my hands
So they don’t have to carry
What needs to be carried
The things I carry
Carry me too