"I'm fed up," I told it,
"I think I'd like to see others."
Packed my bag and my mementos
but it insisted, for old times' sake,
to walk me to the bus stop.
A week later without the suitcase
to that bus stop, I returned.
"Welcome back, you must be hungry," it said, smiling.
Hand in hand my life and I walked home.
© selma, 2019.
Have you Outgrown Your Life’s Size?
“We will always feel whole once we realize there are no roots
as deep and binding as the intimate ones that travel
between the mind and the body.”
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Thanks for reading.
The inspiration for this short piece arose from that lovely image I found on
Instagram this week. After that, I recalled an unpublished scribbling about
the size of one’s life. From 2019! And then, my current Kundera read…
I had to share this.
Thanks for reading.
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Brilliantly written.
Thanks dearly, Diana.
Driven the new vehicle? 🚗 yes you can! Here’s looking at you. 📣
🙂💓
oh, I love this – leave the dead weight behind and return to yourself., free and lighter
Exactly. Thanks for the comment. Glad you liked it. Xoxo
I love this, Selma!. Your point of view of looking back at self from past and finding self again (at the bus stop) is brilliant!!
Oh, you are kind for appreciating that point. Thanks Suzette Happy Sunday.
And good night from me.
I agree: once we find the inner home, we’re never homeless 🏡 ❤️
Never homeless because we carry home within. Beautiful thought dear Ingrid. 🤗
Glad you shared this, Selma.
Returning to a good place! Great one Selma
Yes. Sometimes we need to get rid of baggage and see with new eyes. Thanks for reading Mama. 😜
So beautiful Selma. Loved how you ended this poem.
It pleases me enormously dear Sadje. Thanks sincerely.
You’re most welcome