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suitcases
Suitcases look like homelessness
I've never been one for travelling
Without a plan
And these zippers speak of change
I've slept in more beds than years I've lived
Hands becoming chains
Less to hold
More to drag my disembodied mind
Through airports I dont remember
Hotel rooms remind me
Of hospital beds;
Impersonal
And I struggle to sleep in either
Some days I fear
I've chosen comfort over freedom
Though I'm not sure I've ever been free
These suitcases look like one foot out the door
These zippers look like change
Only adventure awaits
On the other side
(C) Indie Adams 2014
I've never been one for travelling
Without a plan
And these zippers speak of change
I've slept in more beds than years I've lived
Hands becoming chains
Less to hold
More to drag my disembodied mind
Through airports I dont remember
Hotel rooms remind me
Of hospital beds;
Impersonal
And I struggle to sleep in either
Some days I fear
I've chosen comfort over freedom
Though I'm not sure I've ever been free
These suitcases look like one foot out the door
These zippers look like change
Only adventure awaits
On the other side
(C) Indie Adams 2014
Published 11th Apr 2014
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11th Apr 2014 1:27pm
I've been travelling for the last year, and this really spoke to me.
I am writing this right now, in a hostel full of people I can't connect with, on a pilgrimage I am unsure as to whether it even exists for me or not.
Thanks for the connection of similarity. You paint it well.
I hope you find what you are looking for.
I am writing this right now, in a hostel full of people I can't connect with, on a pilgrimage I am unsure as to whether it even exists for me or not.
Thanks for the connection of similarity. You paint it well.
I hope you find what you are looking for.
11th Apr 2014 1:33pm
Hospital bed..impersonal..comfort over freedom n a rigteous doubt on freedom itself...greatly penned in your contemplative questioning style! Reading you after long..n blame me for all. Not too late to miss your words again, thsnkyou for this read poetess:) x
11th Apr 2014 2:08pm
11th Apr 2014 5:22pm
If you had chosen freedom instead of comfort, you probably would have been writing about how much you miss the small comforts, just how it goes I guess. There's adventure in everything, some adventures are just smaller than others.
12th Apr 2014 4:37pm
I lived out of suitcases for a year, weekly trips kept me on bare essentials. That part I didn't mind as much as what you mention, the paradox of not being tied to one location, but still being chained to impersonal spaces. I guess it is all in the WHY of the journey.
Your poem kicked off all these memories and thoughts.
Your poem kicked off all these memories and thoughts.
13th Apr 2014 5:23am
This is an issue I've been dealing with for a while too. That battle of security over the freedom to take risks and have no attachments used to easily tip to the latter, but lately I've been realizing how much I need connection and security in my life to be happy. Your poem really communicated the effect that that blankness of no connection can have.
