Reminiscence

Like a teething toddler,
I crawled, to the sit of the caliphate.

This Northward journey.
I peered hard ahead
but time and fate cautioned.

Like an impatient infant,
I anticipated for...
Peace be still,
reasoned my inner me.

But I braced up.
I saw time curl away like thin
lines of cigarette smoke, it unfurled it's wings and
embraced me with open doors. It said to me,
"welcome, your journey is complete"

This poem is about: 
Me

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