By Riya Mary
A suitcase bursting at the seams
Biding it's time to explode
I still keep filling it up
Even though there isn't space anymore
A blue suitcase in my room
With me, sitting on top
I keep filling it up again
Hoping it doesn't give
Years pass and still
The blue suitcase remains as is
An adult I don't recognize
Hunched over, sitting on it
Barely any presence of life
Yet just enough to hold things in
A blue suitcase lies in my room
I don't recognize it anymore
Upturned and open,
Trudged on and trampled
Contents spread all over
Finally it won it's battle.
The adult sits hunched over
In the corner of my room
Now facing a little child
Who looks on in wonder
Who is this? Is it me?
The child lays a hand on me
Wanting to comfort
Yet all I feel is sorrow
I wish to disappear
The child finally leaves.
After a moment of longing
I pick up my suitcase
In the corner of my room
I sit on it yet again
Anguish at the innocent touch
Filling up the space inside.
And just like that
It begins all over again.