Lost Baggage...

I leave a trail behind me, wherever I go...
Not as clues to find my way back home
But it is bits of remnants
Of shards of pieces
Of blocks of heavy everythings packed firmly in my baggage
And as I continue to move forward, daily
I chip away negativity, bit by troublesome bit
With the joyous prize of carrying nothing further than
My goals and hopes
And dreams and blessings
And realities
Having wings