
Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a youth. What became of it?
I had a dream
that glazed my eyes
as a wide eyed kid
Unsure and forlorn
A dream,
vague and unclear
Yet wondrous,
hopeful and warm
Of being someone
who, I wasn’t yet
And who
I would be, eventually
A dream of reaching
a favourable point
in the stream of time
Gradually, yet surely
And then
with the wonder struck eyes
And my unsteady little hands
I rowed,
the little boat of mine
Then came the eddies
The boat, they twisted and tossed
Till the oars fell off
and the little hands, held on to the rails
The boat drifted
along the stream
guided by the currents
and the unforgiving winds
Till it reached
Somewhere on the stream of time
A destination
Certainly not mine
I should have rowed
Yes I do regret
But to miss the fun on the eddies
I regret a bit more
I should have left the rails
I should have gotten wet
On the roller coaster ride
In Joy, I should have yelled
Waters are calm now
I am closer to the sea
The tumultuous stream I travelled
I can look back and see
Every path
Every stream, I could see
Was flowing quietly
Into the vast sea
There, in the boat
Enjoying the setting sun
As the river merged into sea
I quietly stayed
There, in the calm
My wrinkled hands left the rails
Looking up to the sky
Thanking god, I silently prayed

So beautiful
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