The careless imagination of childhood
Billows in the airy breeze from my window;
The clock strikes, marking a new era of nuanced maturity,
Yet, the soft, nostalgic scent of the air
Defers wandering away from my nostrils.
The bed I lay in floats lightly among the rummaged river
Of the room of a teenager:
Constituents of the water and surrounding landscape
Flutter with realization of self-transformation
And flicker with acknowledgement of self-identity.
The act of internal reflection,
Cognizance tinged bittersweet.
With age and experience
Fear does not dissipate;
With age and experience,
Fear becomes identifiable.
Fear remains a daunting conquest,
I will yield victory
Over my own doubt
An aerial view depicts my resting place
as a grain of sand,
And me, even smaller.
But, as my ideas rustle in bed,
Ripples emanate from my movement;
Soon, the water of all the earth dances.
Eyes are on me,
I leap at the advantage.
Despite the disapproval of my thoughts,
Comfort as an individual radiates thicker.
Known and unknown passions reified:
Flowers in a garden,
Buildings in a city,
Food on the plate of a hungry person,
Love in a hateful, or hopeful, heart.
Among days of life,
A multi-faceted structure crystalizes;
Similar to the numerous faces of a diamond.
Every new facet forms
By the essence of a grateful lesson learned.
Whispers assure me
Of the wholeness of my body, and
Of the capabilities of my existence:
I am changing, and I am alive,
I am in my room, and
My soul is in my body.