Baggage Poem by Zachary Stefanski

Baggage
by my father
Thomas Scott Stefanski






We all got some

Mine keeps me down, like an anchor at sea

I don’t ask for much

Just someone to love

And someone to love me


Depression…

Ex wives….

And then Terri dies

At night I don’t sleep much

I mostly just cry


Keep to yourself, be a hermit I tell myself

No one wants your baggage

Just keep it to yourself


I talk to the Lord a lot more now

I hope for an answer

Cause’ I really don’t know

How to be happy

How to be at peace

How to be proud

How to be confident

Without being loud

How to be faithful

And not be ungrateful


My baggage is heavy

There’s calluses on my hands

You see it on my face

I’m a broken-down man


I look for the courage

To try a new day

I hope the Lord’s listening

That’s all I can pray!