Isabella K...
Vilseck High School
The wheels on my suitcase rattle It’s sides are wounded The handle has fallen off it’s color dimmed and it’s skin stained equipped with a zipper that is often stuck
But my suitcase is bursting full of memories from all over It has seen nearly every ocean Nearly every sky It has met many others Much different than itself It’s heard many languages and smelled many smells It’s color may have dimmed But it is full of the colors of the world
My suitcase is exhausted from travel It is worn and different but it envy’s none it keeps going Looking for the next new memory the next new hue to add to its collection It has payed its dues to see this world And it was all worth it