Verses of the Unseen

My Journey's Worth?

Lying on my deathbed, 

there are several things I remembered...

Life was full of all different colors,

with rainbows, clouds, and thunder.

A child never wonders," What people are?"

But honestly, being that dumb

was indeed the best part.

An Introverted kid that I always was,

Quiet, thoughtful and full of flaws.

Friends were few, but we played games,

With lots of chatter, laughter and muddy strains.

Soon I met my teenage disguise,

with ever-changing hormones and skin that dries.

I loved walking alone and being "strange,"

and dreamed things that probably, I could never change.

Lying on my deathbed, there's one thing I wondered...

"Was it really worth it?" the pain in my heart thundered.

Childhood passed in a blink, and adulthood was hard to process.

My inner child looked at me from the mirror and taunted,

"See what you have become from what you really wanted."

I had to take the accountability of making people around me proud and shine.

Maybe I successfully did that, but with a void in my heart

from not being able to trust a person or call them mine.

I am not what they want, and I am not what I wanted to be,

But seeing my people happy, maybe it is okay

that I became someone in between.

That's when I first saw you, upon the sixth dawn of October's breath,

through the fading warmth, when time wove its golden thread. 

In a light blue shirt and pants so fine,

Your curls danced wild, and your smile did brightly shine.

I stood in silence, wishing you were mine. 

My world stood poised, when you gave me that smile.

I couldn't speak the words, and I couldn't let you know.

Yet watching you from afar, was enough to let it grow.

I offered you nothing, and expected nothing in return.

But something in me changed, and for you, I now yearn.

What happened to me, I may never understand,

Yet my heart remained yours, without a single demand.

                                     I agree that the outcome of my choices is 'my responsibility,'

But my mind always gets introspective,

Over how can a simple statement be so right and wrong

with all the possible possibilities?

Yes! Life was full of different bunkers,

with mountains, roads, and bumpers.

Be it those sneaky habits in hostels,

or those amazing time we had near beaches, clubs and roller coasters.

My life was really a blissful grace,

and I proudly maintained that smile on my face.

I closed my eyes one last time.

I could finally hear my death chariot,

singing my last rhymes.

Lying on that death bed, one last thing I murmured:

"Yes, everything was worth it!!"

And with that, the soul from my body sundered.

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"My Journey's Worth?"
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