Sprig of Joy

Life brings things, life takes things away.  Sometimes life gives me a choice and then I have to prioritize.  At times I pick up too many things; I find myself bogged down and have to place some things back on the shelf, even if just for a while.

I grab hold to success for dear life.  If I let this go I will have no esteem for myself.
I take on an extra family burden or two, because that's what family does, what my brother or sister cannot carry, I shall haul.
I snatch a bag of busy for no damn reason;  If I slow down I feel like a lazy piece of sh-

I had a little ounce of joy but my hands were getting way to full and I just had to let go of something.
It's funny, that ounce made no difference in the weight I was carrying but made all the difference in the way I carried it.

I only intended to place that little ounce back on the shelf, but instead I noticed my passion, my light, and my dreams were dropping slowly too.

Now I am here sitting in an unfamiliar aisle, with things I never really needed and all I want is a sprig of joy.