This Suitcase

I have carried this soul inside of this body all of my days. Like a suitcase full of old clothes and memories on a road made of dirt and clay. The dust rises and falls with the wind and this suitcase is so heavy then so lite, and back again. Every scuff and broken strap so reminiscent, so beautiful in the battle scars of treks long gone yet lingering still... Each day as I rest with this suitcase by my side, the gentle breeze passing like a sweet memory... I think of you, forever in this old suitcase, this suitcase called my soul.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked how you defined carrying the soul with. I have told people. Our soul does not forget. Keep us honest. Thank you Faith for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Faith]

I'm so glad you enjoyed it!! Our souls remember everything. God's way of keeping track of our lives, our choices. Thanks for the review!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right and you are welcome.

[alifeacoustic]

Nicely written. I like the perspective of a worn, but loved suitcase and the soul. Both holding cherished memories and times. Vivid imagery. Thank you for sharing.