Yes, my scars shape meToday, I have learnt to coverit with fabric made of hope, faith, perseverance, and determination. For this, I am grateful to life
Pushed into darkness, the only way out wasto seek light with thetorch of hope and faithburning in my heart
My eyes constantly seekthe rainbow of my dreamsand I sometimes fail to be grateful for raindropsthat keeps my hope alive
Your exuberance, passion, mesmerizing voice, animated actions, and eyes full of dreamscaptured my attentionso completely, that I didn’t feel the bitter taste of coffee
The pull of lingering dreams, the strong, bitter tasteof morning coffee, the ticking clock, and horn of awaiting busform a powerful combination to kick-start the day
I didn’t survivethe storm outsideto allow anyone (including myself)to erode my soul
I was wandering lonely and lost, till the musicyou played pulledmy soul into a vortex of emotions, reminding me thatI was still alive
I may have stumbledand stammered at your unexpected push, but the breezeanchored me and I learnt the art of survival
The road to recovery may be tough, but I’ve closed all the doorsthat lead to giving upWith only one choice in hand, I am focused on healing
I plan for all obstacles, I prepare with care, I worry endlesslyfor the road aheadIn all this, I forgetto enjoy small momentsof my present journey
Every hurt buried deepin the mindhas an uncanny abilityto surface and make its presence feltwhen I am feeling low, hugging me like a long lost friend
The smell of cars’ smokeas I wade through trafficovershadows the freshfragrance of Mother Earthdrenched in rain. There canbe no greater testimony to man’s progress
I stare mesmerized at the photothat you have sent, pushing your child on the swing…a precious moment capturedand I am remindedof the distance separating usand how it seems like yesterdaywhen I was swinging you, dear son