End of the Day

Each step feels heavy with the weight I bear,

as I stroll home, lost in a tired stare.

Notes crumple inside, half-eaten snacks too,

reminders of lessons that cling like the dew.

The straps dig in, a familiar pain,

echoes of youth in the sun and the rain.

I sigh with relief as the door creaks wide,

a backpack’s burden, I’ve learned to abide.