My Own Meraki...

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Running through the maze of Life

Relentlessly chasing mirages

Entangled, I choked, in silence

Like a spider caught in its own web. 

My exhausted soul craved to rest

Somewhere, beside the boulevards of broken dreams.

Where the oaks still played with the autumn breeze

And dandelions whispered unspoken promises,

Where the mosses were still green with life

And the birds created their own songs...

Lost, as I was, in the lanes of my own life

My heart craved to find back

The missing pieces of myself,

Long lost....long forgotten....

The parts of my soul that I had long hidden,

Behind all the smiles

And all the scars.

The 'myself' that I was, 

That I longed to meet again

After all the wars...

The tears...

The blood...

My heart longed again, to be a poem,

Amidst the cacophony and chaos

That sucks me from within.

I longed to be my favourite song

Again....after all these days.

Weary of wearing my wounds with pride,

My heart craved to rest, if only for a while,

Within the depths of myself,

Still uncharted...

Still at peace...

Weary of losing myself, bit by bit,

I longed to be my own muse.

After all these days of looking for my home

My heart longed to look within,

And be my own meraki.... 

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