1,683.5 Miles

April 24, 2018
By haleysuee1999 BRONZE, West Des Moines, Iowa
haleysuee1999 BRONZE, West Des Moines, Iowa
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Our lives are filled with boxes

Sealing in what was
With scotch tape
Holding the past
While being
Shipped towards the future

My room is filled with reminders
Not boxes, just youth
Full of a childhood
That seems infinite
To yours 

Our bodies are filled
With the same blood
Running through parallel veins
Resting in our limbs
They grasp the same boxes
Ending up in the same place

Except now,
They must ship to separate destinations
This chapter, we must write alone
This present, we must open apart

However,
We’ve lifted heavier things than just these boxes sister

So, go on
Lift your burdens
Break free from
That grim embrace
It’s your time to
Exist beyond


I’ll stay here
In this sea of cardboard
And learn to swim
I’ll meet you at the surface soon enough.


The author's comments:

I wrote this poem on the day my big sister moved half way across the country from me. We've always had each other through every transition in life until now. It was a very confusing time because I knew I should be happy my sister was finding her place in this world, but it also just reminded me how stuck I feel in this midwest town. 

Although this poem sprouted from my own personal experience, it goes way beyond that. This poem emcompasses the idea of packing up all of your experiences and memoires into boxes and taking them along to where you go next. Its about how whatever is meant to be will be and if its right, your boxes will end up at the same destination again someday. 


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