Twenty-One Years Gone – A Story Untold

by Melody Jean

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In eleven hours I’m leaving the town where I’ve been living for the last five years.

But who’s counting?

While it’s been only years, it feels an eternity.

Carrying a Suitcase 

At 8:00 am tomorrow the movers will be here to load-up the belongings.

The ones I’ve been carrying around with me from city to city for the past 21 years.

I’ve discarded some along the way, filling their space with others.

I liken this whole scenario to carrying a suitcase filled with my life, or perhaps my past?

All I know for certain is that it has become heavy, oh, so heavy.

A Million Different Places

I never went home after undergraduate college.

No, no I didn’t.

I kept going — for twenty-one years.

Lived what seems, now, a million different places, filled with a gazillion diverse faces.

Everywhere I Saw Me

Living in each place was different … the scenery and people changed.

Yet, I was always still there.

Everywhere I went, there I was.

In My Suitcase

The items in my suitcase are really the entire essence of me.

I became stronger and I faltered.

Oh! how I jumped, but, too, I crashed.

I risked because who doesn’t?

Hence, I succeeded as well as failed.

Yes, I loved, and I lost.

And I laughed the heartiest of laughs to only cry the toughest tears.

I was healthful, full of life.

I was ill, drained from stress.

I excelled to the top, even when I fell back a step or two.

I’d rise again to lay once more in despair.

I had lost faith in believing, when belief failed me.

Yet, I had a Will to live.

So I renewed my faith in the stars again.

Yes, all of this, and more, in 21 years.

Reclaiming My Roots

I’m moving back to what I consider “home,” closer to where I grew-up.

I want to be near family and friends from days gone by; reclaim my roots in a sense.

Something is pulling me there.

And the Story …

I know how the story goes.

Everything will be different, everything will have changed.

But so have I.

My suitcase is now emptied.

I’m willing, and I’m alive.

{ 2 comments… read them below or add one }

anya

Melody, what a beautiful, raw and honest poem/story. Great to see what you are up to, who you are and who you are becoming every day. xo Anya

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Melody Jean

thank you anya for your note, i appreciate it more than you know. much light to you, my friend.

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