Peace

I reckon the pain in my writings, that you talked to me about
It has had its roots in fear, a state of unrest and fluidity
The realm of my identity was a strange land to me
I have been groping for “me” and my “self”

It was easy to go by, past them, for long-
Ignoring the persistent calls from within
But they then assumed tones of warning and threat
And yet, I remained apparently oblivious to them all

Closed my doors and life was safe within
The knocks grew to bangs and finally
The secure door came crashing down
Leaving me ‘alone’ to lurk in the dark

It shook me to note that warnings strong cannot be ignored
I was left clueless for a while but not for long
There were miles to tread and the path was ‘less taken’
With the tough going also came new learning

Now in the cozy confines of my ‘self’

I look back at times past and see what they brought home to me

The ‘self’ discovered and untangled and the fears and unrest slowly turning to peace!