Abandoned

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

Don’t You Think It’s Great To See All Those Travel Pictures? Yeah, Me Neither

You travel and travel
And you can’t wait to find
That one special thing
You so deliberately left behind

I need to find myself
Is the most common phrase
But you have left yourself at home
The moment you parted ways

You won’t find yourself out there
So don’t even bother
Because the only things you will find
Are the footsteps of another

You are not the first
And, most certainly, not the last
Who tries to travel
To erase their past

And then you have truly lost
That one part which makes you you
Just because you couldn’t handle
The fact that the phrase is not true

And now your pictures will be the judge
Let’s see if there is anything left to defend
Did you travel for a good reason
Or just because it’s a trend