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some things we put in boxes
some things we leave behind
like hopes and dreams
and shattered things
like mirrors and our minds
you pack your bags with feelings
you lock them with a key
and close it tight
to open when you get there
wherever that may be
to reach a destination
you often travel light
and shed the tears
of many years
of baggage lost in your flight
some things we put in boxes
some things we left behind
in false promises
to ourselves
to retrieve them at a future time
time will steal our past away
and no amount of gold
and no amount of pleading
will return to us
what's been bought and sold
About the Creator
Big Dreams
Writer and artist who loves dogs, beaches, coffee and solitude
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WOW! This poem packs a PUNCH! This is well written and expert analogy is used here! I can't wait to read it again multiple times. Congrats on being featured in Vocal's "Creators We're Loving " today. That's how I found you 😊