This Journey
I am a suitcase. My fractals
aflame
fulgently. Hope must be a
mine field.
A travel schedule of indelible
shame.
I am a suitcase with fractals.
Aflame
in bitter agony, I recall
loves maim.
Tossed and turned, feelings
reeled.
I am a suitcase with fractals
aflame.
Effulgent hope. I’m
my own mine field.