Tattered Journeys

An old suitcase sits, weathered and worn,

it breathes in the dust where memories are born.

Crumpled postcards spill from cracked seams,

a timeline of travels, forgotten dreams.

Leather frayed, the edges tell stories,

a map of adventures, both trials and glories.

I sort through the fabric, a hurried night,

a tapestry woven with laughter and fright.