I have just turned 35 and am about to start a new chapter in this life in rhymes of mine. I am afraid, excited, nostalgic… Most of all, I am delighted that I get to bring you all along with me, my fellow poetry lovers, as we continue to share this space; to wander together this world of wonders and wild words. ❤
Here I stand,
At the edge of this exotic and exciting cliff,
Where the turning point
Becomes the point of no return.
Names of ghosts,
Smiles frozen in dusty pictures,
Forever printed on my mind…
Detached? Am I?
Would I ever be?
Do I need to be?
Do I want to?
Doesn’t mean locking past doors…
Or does it?
Here I am,
Facing an open future,
As these thoughts shake my world…
If only I could see beyond,
Far beyond the cloudy mountains…
There are only two ways out of here:
Towards a past that has long ceased to exist
Or moving forward,
Flying and falling and fighting and failing and
Flying and falling and flowing…
Here I go,
In search of the unknown,
Turning on the lights as I move,
On this journey,
I carry a bag full of marks and memories
And another filled with wishes and wonders.
Every now and then,
I let go of everything and surrender.
I extend my hand
And I find life, love, and laughter.