“Going”

I will pack two suitcases before I go…

one with a little hope and lot of fear,

the other with a broken heart and hopeless love.

My hope and fear I wrap in shame,

and carry with me to new shores;

Those dying parts I leave at home,

starved of my attention I hope they die;

Though I quietly mourn for them,

for that brave part of me that trusted to the end.

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