I was wandering on the edges of reality

Where it morphed into my imagination

So much so that I couldn’t tell them apart

It all blended into one patchwork of art


Lonely, and feeling deserted, I went on with my life

Picking up the pieces of what was left of me

That was when I came across an old and forgotten diary

The yellowed pages said both ‘thank you’ and ‘sorry’


I didn’t remember jotting it down, or writing memories

Of love, hurt, sacrifice and betrayal

All of the memories came rushing back to me

The good, the bad, the ugly


I recalled the joyous laughter of when I won something

And I also recalled the first time my heart was broken

A tear and a wistful smile both appeared on my face

My hands went around myself in an embrace


Turning the pages, I watched my life unfold from a distance

As if I were watching a movie in slow motion

Every experience was new yet old

Of what I had achieved so far, truth be told


I had been feeling homesick, lost and aimless

Like a leaf would carry itself over the wind

But through the pages I found it for free

Of what made myself ‘me’


Now, I’m home

…now that you’re here

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Anagha Aglawe, English poetry writer at Ameya

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