Young soul – abandoned
Childhood, never pardoned
Like a forgotten suitcase, left
Of parental love, bereft
Personally packed, carefully held
Thrown – onto the baggage belt
Traveled tens of thousands…
Tired
Time left to claim
Expired
The others – beautiful and cared for
Love-packed to their core
But the unopened lock – a token
Of unrequited love, truly
Heartbroken
Clothes never to be worn
For this suitcase, no one to mourn
Filled, like an overflowing bucket
Emptied, by those who struck it
Destined for the belt – a painful frown
The zipper breaks, condensation pours down
An unremorseful stop, no more spinning around
The sinkhole appears – no more ground
It’s a very beautiful poem!
The images it evokes are pure gold! Loved the parallels.
Definitely, bookmarking it!
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Thank you very much! Very kind!
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Dear
I just nominated you for Blogger Recognition Award. Do check out this particular post.
https://penandinksketches.wordpress.com/2017/07/30/blogger-recognition-award-nominees/
You have been quite important for me in my little journey of blogging. Just a little token of appreciation. Know that your writing has so often influenced and fuelled my creativity. Every single one of the blogger I’ve nominated has been so supportive.
This is my appreciation for all the smiles that graced my face when I read your posts.
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This is so deep!
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Thank you! I really appreciate that!
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