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My Suitcase?

Writer: starsrefugeeorg
starsrefugeeorg
2 days ago
1 min read

by Haritha V


Dazzling yellow, it glows

Withstood the harsh and unforgiving blows

My clothes in half, photos in glass

Reflects my life that was in the past

It rolled through nights that had no name

Through streets that whispered fear like flame

Every zipper scream, every shaken hand

A silent promise I couldn’t understand

This sealed memory in borrowed air

Where even silence pretends to care

My zipper stuck halfway, stubbornly tight

In a house that forgets what I call home at night

Yet in its yellow, a bright light

Refuses to fade, refuses to hide

For even broken roads lead somewhere

And new beginnings grow from thin air


 
 
 

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