27· airports

She stands at the baggage area, watching a variety of suitcases, spin around in order, some are labelled, [with pain & hurt] Others with mental illnesses. Emotionless, all a blur of of space and time. She spends her time waiting, waiting for her 'emotional baggage' , waiting to claim what's hers. The people start blending, And the faces look so familiar. Hauntingly, they come back again, To drop off and set new baggage down. And one day, whether it be a few hours or years, they come back to complete the process. She is not not part if the system, or the feelings airline, and just patiently waits for her baggage. Hours turn into decades, but she'll stand completely still, In time with the demons in her head. Planes filled with happiness and other good things take off, And come back with a burden to bear. These souls, buy one way tickets, Only to return again. Some prefer the slower method, To take a train though the country sides, But it's all the same. That baggage won't be stolen, lost, or misplaced, Because that emotional baggage never disappears. If you don't let it go that is...