Transitions

Some years back,
I packed a part (major one) of me;
The void now left
To fill with whatever flowed.

Some years since,
I let distances grow between
parts I missed and the ones new;
The mirror mocked,”is that really you?”

Some months past,
The bells rang loud and clear
I sacrificed my self and peace some,
To chase the dreams of someone else.

Went back searching what was locked away,
The yellowed photos,the dusty hopes,
Fixed them,framed them,gave new light
And yet the person I seeked, refused to step out.

Neither here, nor there I feel
Yet I like this person – mix of old and new;
Maybe this is how it has to ideally be,
Or perhaps I the transition is our true being.

Inspired by dverse poets and Toads

Author: Pratibha

Poet , Story teller , dreamer and an avid reader. Self published authoer of "Fragments" http://www.amazon.com/Fragments-ebook/dp/B00ASNQUC6/

13 thoughts on “Transitions”

  1. Nice composition. I liked ‘I packed a part of me.’

    ‘The yellowed photos,the dusty hopes,
    Fixed them,framed them,gave new light
    And yet the person I seeked, refused to step out’ – Loved these lines.

  2. I do believe that the real magic, the balance, the answer is found in a dance between the journey and the person we are after we get there. If we can love that person looking at us in the mirror, all is well… transitions can be home.

  3. I like how you pieced together this half-way house “And yet the person I seeked, refused to step out.”
    an uneasyunfinished feeling – just how it should be

  4. Lady N, it is sooo nice to hear and read from you again.
    Your mix of words and thoughts ring true, to me at least. I literally packed my bags per request. Later my new love rescued me from where I had wandered. I met up again with the old at a wedding and discovered she no longer matched the thoughts and feelings I had held for her.
    I think there is an older song that tells this pretty good, “Love the one you’re with.”
    ..

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