Once, she yearned to recapture the effervescent joy of her youth, when her laughter and smiles were pure and unbridled. She exchanged witty banter with her friends to no end, often provoking them to shout in protest. Yet one day, she awoke to find that they had all vanished like morning dew. "It's simply the way of the world," an old friend explained sympathetically. Despite this, she persisted in her quest to reclaim her exuberance, but ultimately came to the realization that it was a futile endeavor. She was consumed by despair, unable to accept the reality of her true self. Then, a new acquaintance offered her a suggestion: pen a poem entitled "Who Was I." Three years elapsed, yet the only notion she could conceive of was an empty canvas beneath the heading. She was at a loss as to her identity, yet she sensed that there were still undiscovered facets of her being. She pledged to fill the pages of her poem with words that captured her essence until her very last breath.
YOU ARE READING
From The Pages of My Soul
PoesiaA second book of elevated railway of my emotions. Episodes I never knew I could write. Series I was afraid to dive in with words. This is a collection of poetry and prose originally written by my heart.
