worn smooth with age
soft with familiarity
mine one color
one shape
yours another
just as smooth
just as soft
together
they become rough
hard
no room for even one more thing
sides are firm
no yielding to be found
no carousel journey to be made
makes the journey tiring
joy stays home
new journeys only a dream
One's baggage says much about them...in ever so many ways, eh?
ReplyDeleteIt does indeed Chantel. Your blog intrigues me. Will be back after Holy Week!
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