Passing by the mirror like every other day
Again running late for that train in the subway
Like every other day , there was no time to untangle the thoughts in mind
Just a will to leave them behindBut that day something went wrong
I did something that was way prolongedForgotten was that train or me getting late
Or the person waiting for me to enter together that college gateI did something unexpected of me...
That cloudy day I just wanted to be free
So badly wanted to hear my rusty heart's pleaAnd that's what I did... I stood in front of the mirror bluntly
I stared and stared , only to find myself hanging in there barelyI felt like nobody
The past, the trauma,the hollowness, the rat race...ahh life feels like a tragedyThat day instead of running and hiding away
I choose to look for answers, without any delayAnd reason I found..that it had always been me
I let my past,the memories, the inner turmoil it, define the present and future for meAnd now that I look back..
One thing has always been there that is... regretSeconds, minutes , hours ticked off slowly
I continued staring at my reflection..until I make all the tormenting thoughts just a historyAcceptance, acceptance of my flaws , my beautiful heart ...was all I needed
That day I combined all the shattered piecesFinally I got myself back
And resolved to continue this healing process without any slack...AND IT WAS ALL ABOUT MY HEALING PROCESS...
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POEM COLLECTION
PoesíaThis is the collection of poems that I have written until now.