Tuesday, 4 February 2020

In conversation with life

I cannot undo my past
I cannot undo what I had become
I carry no regret, even
The ache no longer exists
The scars have faded in the oblivion

A sense of serenity descends
As expectations ceases to exist
Rudiments of fragile relationship
Ruptures in friendship
So much of me is dead

Still I am alive
When I decided to find myself, within
Not destined by trajectories
Not defined by relations
But bearing my dignity
Detachedly
Silently.

©LR

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