Storms of Who I am
As a child, I thought life would fall into my lap just like that on one lazy afternoon:) I would be someone somewhere. Innocence made me believe, School textbook stories are real. The World is indeed my oyster! But will I have the courage to show up for myself? When life consumes me, Piece by piece, day by day? I will lose people, Some to situations, some to death. And with them, A little piece of me will go too. Will I still go on? Will I still be the person I dreamt of? Or do dreams change? Can I change? Am I willing to change? For something I now wish for, Even when the child inside me, Still holds on to that old version of me? I don’t know, maa. I want to. I dread to. Something inside has shifted. Strange yearnings consume me. I know you hate to see the void, In your little girl’s eyes. But maa, trust me, I need to walk through storms. Storms of who I was, Who can I be? Who I wish to be, And who will I become? Let me make a puzzle of my life. ...
