Journey

Have the yellowed pages faded enough,

Have I walked far enough,

Have I recreated a life for myself,

One which signifies rejuvenation.

Have the turns which brought me here reached their ends,

Have I found who I am supposed to be,

Has the journey been mine and mine alone,

Will it always be mine no matter who I become.

I heard someone asking these questions today,

And as I browsed through the hopeful pages I have now,

I knew I had the answer,

Through the blend of anxieties and hopes.

For all the years to come,

No matter which theme it revolves around,

The journey will always be mine, only mine.