The journey to me..

 As I sit by the window and let my life play the movie,

 I can't help but ponder, how far I have come along from the girl, I once  used to be.

Page by page as the chapters reveal,

I see myself fighting for the last breath, until I begin to heal.

There are chapters on sorrow where I let my heart to cry,

then there are chapters on love, where the inks never dry. 

There are chapters on promises broken when they were to be kept, 

angry words that were spoken when I should have wept. 

They narrate the story about a girl who yearned to fly , 

a girl who wanted to soar high. 

That tender age and all the rage,

that wanting to grow and all the haste...

with so much to want and so little to offer, 

the journey began with the past still haunting her and the future still daunting her. 

Some tagged along and made life simple, 

some left with a promise to return but with a voice too feeble.

And when the day had its cloak on and when the stars adorned the sky, 

she would sit by the window and still wonder why. 

Oh life seemed beautiful yet so incomplete ,

and there you go, a chapter on people who failed to meet. 

A chapter on summer love that ignited a spark long lost, forgotten 

and a chapter on bereavement ,which, with time got rotten. 

From a girl who knew nothing to a woman who lived it all, 

she came out strong with every fall. 

Love found her only to leave her alone , 

even before she realized , it was all gone. 

With a skinned heart that she wore up her sleeves, 

she wiped off a tear and decided to leave. 

The journey seemed long 

and with no one to walk along, 

the search began, 

to where she actually belonged.

Even though the pages are numbered, 

I don't know where they lead, 

for the end is a mystery that no one can read. 

                       I look in the mirror and what I see,

                                   that same little girl 

                                but who grew into me!