The road not taken,
Seems like the better one.
We doubt our journey
Believing we’ve missed the fun.
I tried to look my best that day,
but it was all falling apart
Maybe it needed a different place, another time
for a brand new start.
The mind tried to cajole me,
but the psyche begged to differ.
What astonished me a great extent was,
it was still willing to suffer.
Fragments of memories rushed through in a haze,
struggle was to not get lost in the maze.
Every morning, I wake up with these memories stalking me,
trying to search for hope
because the evening often derides me.
And then the odd hum of nature penetrates through the ears…
It’s rich melody determined to inspire,
making me realise that there’s much more to desire.
Hope, dreams, gladness, peace
re-affirming the belief that time heals.
And though much of the heart’s made of glass,
like everything else,
THIS TOO SHALL PASS.