Beginning Life All Over Again

Sitting with the warm glass,

Minutes extra than usual,

Is what I probably needed to slow down.

Catch my breath and wonder what lies ahead,

The coffee felt good,

It caressed me much more than my senses.

I crave such moments of solitude,

To nurture myself, a little more than yesterday.

Especially, when someone I’m getting to know is omnipresent,

In my thoughts and space.

A little distance between us does not matter,

When self-love and care are the bonding lace.

Days have stepped into weeks and months,

It’s time to pause and take stock.

Of the have-beens and what’s matured,

In the years that have passed too soon.

Yes, it’s now time to see what’s changed,

In me, that someone within, and everything we share.

We both have evolved together in more ways,

Than we ever thought we would.

Sitting down together,

With or without the brew is not something we knew.

Now, silence speaks a lot,

Actually, much more than the unsaid words of yore.

Discovering myself, as I am today,

I feel proud of the little girl who finds solace,

In the woman she sees in the mirror.

The reflection in front is strong and guiding,

Her real self within is childlike and wanting,

It’s been a long journey they both know.

Healing is a process that takes its sweet time,

What happened yesterday or decades before,

Are felt and re-felt until they hurt no more.

The future can wait to take its course,

It’s the present that’s making us both grow,

Every new moment is a gift, a blessing to know.

I have read that growth is a pattern,

Self-discovery is a constant and a process.

What I didn’t get to see in print,

Was how only I, along with my inner self, could fill the gaps,

To straighten out the curve,

And soothe the ups and downs of bygone years.

Life was always moving,

It was never devoid of motion.

In my dilemma to fight or take flight,

Sometimes, I missed going with this notion.

That slowing down was quintessential,

Which I often forgot to do.

Sitting here with the rest of my coffee gone cold,

I feel mellowed and tired.

I am a wise fool, who knows a little more,

But a lot less than what I am yet to see and feel.

It’s good that the slate is now clean,

I can think or write more lucidly than before.

Nowadays, loving myself and my peace,

In ways that I have never done before,

Is teaching me the futility,

Of what lies outside and away from my core.

The voice within me is what I yearn to hear,

Every time I sit down to catch my breath or ward a fear.

I have learned that each moment is a chance to step forward

Just like the tide, time will stop for none

But I can stop, slow down and move on

Just as I wish, just as how my energy allows me to

After all, it’s a new journey that’s taking me inwards

With a calling that’s good, true and new.