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The Traveler
We arrive in the world
With personalized luggage
A unique blend
Of blessings and burdens
A daunting mixed bag
We may choose not to open
Denial much easier
To reject, shun, toss away
Some adventurous souls
Tiptoe closer
Unclasp the latch, peer inside
To investigate what lies within
They find amidst the finery
Some dirty laundry there
The traveler’s task
To air, wash clean, then hang out to dry
Our baggage, a container
Of holiness and fallibility
Suns of joy, wells of sorrow
Perhaps our friend, perhaps not
We choose the road we travel
Jill Broscious 