Baggage Claim

Like The Many Different Directions Of Our Lives...

Planes Fly In, Planes Fly Out,
 Arriving at Gates Of Joy, Leaving Behind Sorrow, and Regret at Others

I Stand Here In line to Collect the Belongings of My Heart but Instead have Been Re routed To the Basement of Lost Luggage,

Panic Sets in

 Who Might have My Heart or Where will It End Up? 
My Thoughts Swim Around in My Mind As to Where the Contents of My Past, Present and Future will Land

Baggage Handler Why Have You Been so Careless with a Lifetime of Loved possessions that I have Neatly Packed Away as Organized Memories Of Us

I am Spun Around By the Rush of People 
Bustling Past and Envy Their Destinations

I Have Become the Unnoticed Airport Ghost, Drifting From Window to Window Admiring the Arrivals and Departures of the Lives of Other Passengers 

Because I wait...

Only the Hand Print on the Glass that Remains After I've Left will Be Your Clue That I was Ever Even here

This Emotional Day Comes to a Close 
I am Left Alone Standing At the Gate of Sorrow with No Hope of Tomorrow

The Day Is Long, My Swollen eyes are Tired And My Fight for Whats Right Has Disappeared into the Crowd of Chaos

Do I wipe Away These Endless Tears Of Defeat or Stand

for the Contents of What has Been Misplaced

Should I walk away Leaving my Lost luggage to the Handler,

After all It was His job
 to Take Care Of Such Matters Or Perhaps I should Run with What's Left In This Hole Ridden Sack of Hope,

Taped Up with Broken Promises

I Hear the Faint Call of My Future At the Departure Gate But I can't Help but to Turn Toward the Feeling of My Heart As it 

Passes Somewhere in the Dense Crowd Behind me

My Strength wavers And I Reach for the Comforting Omni Presence to Direct me to My Gate, To Comfort me, to wipe Away the Tears that Blur my Vision

Do I  Right the wrongs Of Missed Flights? 

Should I leave a Forwarding Address with The Possibility of Retrieval?

I will Not let the Fear of the Broken Unknown 
Take Anymore From Me 

I will Surrender the Thought Of what Someone Else Might Do 

With what Is Mine 

I am Going To Linger No More in This Airport Of,
 Limbo and Indecision 
I will weep no More for The Lost Items of My Heart But will Walk In the Possibility with What Remains In My Carry On

I will Take with Me What Is left, 
 What was Once Mine Is Yours to Have...