Lost Self

Lost self

Shining through a ray of light

Upon getting close, I saw the broken glass,

That crack was threadlike,

but, it was not intact anymore.

Some fragments lay there,

Some shinning bright and some covered in the dust of time.

Still so much was there to gather,

I had heart for all but not enough space.

What to leave and what to takeaway,

Each one was a part of me.

Never I had a choice, so tough to make,

Turning my back, I lifted my head,

Eyes were wet and everything was numb.

What changed was not the fragments I left behind,

Now, it was me who I needed to find.

She held my hand, I turned around,

“Look at those diamonds”, she said.

I smiled and realised,

My growth was covered with what I had learned,

It was her own perception that was right.

Some days treading back is the,

Step forward in the journey,

of find the lost self.