Inside the bag

A bag of stone I carry around
Inside are riches and terrors abound
The inside is what I crave to see
The inside of the bag is me

Why is it of stone? A fair question you ask
Because it is so hard to connect
With what lies underneath the first thought and impulse
It takes great courage to really reflect

Often I only saw through the cracks
When something made noise and the outside shattered
I could get a glimpse of what really mattered
In retracing the steps I took on wrong tracks

I urge you do not go this way may friend
Take your time to see and reflect
With what is really inside you connect
What you want's what you want, it brings tears to pretend

Because in the end it makes you free
To open the bag and in pain to see
What was really there, right there all along
May bring discomfort and be disquieting
But it is what makes you strong

And whatever you find, seeing's love to the blind
Embrace it all, for a garden to grow
Because much as you might hate what is true
If the bag where all sunshine and roses and flowers

It would not be a human, and it wouldn't be you