An Awakening

I sit at my window
The rain falls so gently,
The setting sun, mellowed
Your thoughts come quietly.
A petrichor you were
To my love for the rain.

Oh, like the petrichor
after the summer rains
In which I had danced 
To this heart-song so vain.
I thought I had loved you
And thought you loved me too.

I loved you foolishly
For I was a child then,
For if I could see the
Reckless hearts of all men?
Would have learned this gem;
Chosen wise in the end.

With age comes great wisdom
And now it all makes sense,
I almost laugh as I
See it through life’ s lens.
Something lost, something gained
Heartbroken, Pride regained.

Wading through this life I
Find something to grab on,
Having lost myself once
I won’t still my life pawn.
You see, now I love me
More than you could baby.

I found a friend in me
Serendipitously,
I found a bruised warrior,
A self-discovery. 
I go on journeys strange,
Without you, for a change.
__________________________________________
Connect with Penmancy:


__________________________________________

Anne Adarsh

Anne Adarsh is a radiologist by profession but finds herself repeatedly returning to her first love in all things. Poetry. A self-confessed Recluse also blessed (or cursed perhaps!), with an insatiable curiosity to learn new things, writing to her, means a landscape in her mind's eye, to which she can always escape to, whenever life closes in on her.

Latest posts by Anne Adarsh (see all)

Advertisements

Let us know what you think about this story.

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.