Let Go of the Suitcase

“Let go of the suitcase.”

But I’ve been holding on to it for so long! It’s all I have. If I let it go then I have nothing. They’ve taken everything. Even now he has too. It’s all I have.

Suitcase spills open. It’s contents spew all about – all in the open. All exposed.

She can’t close the suitcase. The lock is broken.

She puts everything back; shoved in the suitcase, some items dangle out as the case barely closes. Carrying it under her arm, the case is more awkward, heavier. Stuff falls out and shows itself. The lock is broken because learning, understanding, knowledge, wisdom, and growth don’t allow it to close. The open lock reminds her that the contents are not hers to own.

“Let go of the suitcase,” she said. “See, I’ve had one too.”

“Trust me,” she said. “It’s time to let the suitcase go.”

But I’ll have nothing. They took everything.

“You’ve got me. You’ve always had your spirit,” she said.

Let go of the suitcase.

I know you’re scared.

It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay. You’re just scared.

Let go of the suitcase

You’re not alone anymore.

Trust me. Together we will do this.

Can I fold and put everything away?

Yes.

Can I say good-bye to the suitcase?

Yes.

Let go of the suitcase.

Letting go of the suitcase.

The suitcase is let go.