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Yashasvi Raikwar

Abstract Fantasy Inspirational

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Yashasvi Raikwar

Abstract Fantasy Inspirational

The Soul Within

The Soul Within

4 mins
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Tired of traveling afar,

I'm lost & asking, "Who you are?"

Have I forgotten myself, the real me,

In always trying to please everyone around me......

Those darkest memories I've shut down in the deepest closet,

Have started flowing through me again.

It's not easy to handle all this,

But I know, I can know myself if I take this risk.

To go out in the world,

& face my darkest fears.

I've been hiding, fearing I'll make mistake,

But by doing so I put my light on stake.

So I'll go in the dark that resides within me,

That always says you will make blunders, & bring me down on my knees.

But now I'm taking my power back,

Which this darkness has always been sucking in my head.

Now I have the courage to go deep down there

Because avoiding this will not be fair.

On my way battling the dark,

I found a piece of myself broken but strong.

That part of my soul, valuable more than gold,

A part of me that is wise & old.

It looked at me with the old aged eyes,

But the smile was warm & full of delight.


I choose the right way because it has always shown.

But was left in the dark by me all alone.

I hugged it tightly as I could,

& said goodbye because now I knew where I should be.

Carrying the love & wisdom within me,

& felt like a part of me is free.

But as I moved forward,

The dark became stronger.

Once again losing hope & faith in me,

The dark was once again forcing me to come down on my knees.

But remembering the wisdom I got while coming down,

I can't bow down like this right now.

The warrior spirit shouted from behind me,

Which was sleeping for years, is now fiery.

Said to get up again & do not worry,

After so long finally it appeared in all its glory.

Finally, I got relief from the misery

Because now we both own the victory.

The darkness slowly started fading away,

Soon I saw light coming from a gateway.

I thanked the warrior spirit for being with me,

& then it said to go ahead & see.

To go & follow that light,

That came from a place, colorful & bright.

Soon I recognized it was the garden of my soul, 

I made it when I was a kid & often called this home.

There was lush green grass beneath my feet,

& in the distance were the trees, loaded with mangoes sweet.


The breeze was light as if saying hello.

The place was filled with sweet mellow.

The sun was shining in the west very brightly,

All this made my heart feel lively.

At a distance, I saw a little figure, 

Seemed like that of a child.

Playing with mud & hugging trees around,

A spirit which was innocent & mild.

I went a little closer to take a look,

Crossing the bridge over a babbling brook.

Then came the garden big & wide,

& I saw a huge tree on my side.

That tree was magical,

Which I created in my imagination.

But where is that little figure,

Which I saw from across the river???

Behind a beautiful butterfly, something came,

It was a little child away from the lands of jealousy & fame.


It was me when I was a kid,

That part of me which I hid.

To avoid being emotional & appear strong,

But now I realized that I did wrong.

She came running towards me & hugged me tightly,

Her love took me to a world where I didn't have to worry slightly.

She freed me from those places where my fears crept,

& tears rolled down my cheeks.

I never felt such peace in my soul,

I got my missing part which made me whole.

Then we both together spent a good time in our garden,

The bliss made my heart light which once was hardened.

We really had a lot of fun,

Till the setting sun.

Now it was time for me to return,

& I promised her that I will come back soon.

We both will have a good time whether it is morning or noon,

She smiled brightly & eased my years of yearning.

This place which I called home,

Made me realize that I was never alone.

We feel misunderstood in this world,

& think that we never got the love we deserved.

But sometimes we never discover those parts of ourselves, 

Which are like pearls locked inside seashells.

& once we discover those parts of ourselves,

A beautiful life will unfurl...


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