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musings of an aquarian age counterculturist


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Suitcases: A Lesson

Suitcases

Belongings in boxes

Logistics discussed

Keys returned

Eyes met

Tears Shed

Hugs shared

Goodbyes spoken

Door closed behind me

I stumble toward the elevator

Struggling moving heavy suitcases

For the first time in awhile

With no offer of assistance

No backward glance

Alone

My knee protesting

My heart breaking

I reach the lobby

Tears rolling

Breath short

A hand reaches out

A smile touches my heart

As a caring voice offers the words

Dear lady let me help you

this is too much for you to manage

I hesitate

And then release

Accepting with thanks

as the burden I carry is lifted with ease by another

and  placed into the trunk of a car

I look upward and cry openly

I breathe deeply and centre

And as I shift my gaze ahead

I step forward and away

Grieving

and

Hopeful

and

Alive

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