Poem #23 From the other side of the glass

There I am, on the other side of the glass

Feeling like a stranger in my own world;

Watching my life pass by, as if in a flash,

All elements spinning out of control.

So many a time, I wished that I could,

Shatter the glass, and help her break free,

Bring back her naïve romantic dreams, I would,

Save the girl on the other side, the girl that was me.

Initially I was surrounded by love and care,

But like a cruel twist in any romance,

My mythical fairy-tale, turned into a nightmare

And we no longer twirled the same dance.

“Why in its wrath, to hell am I bound,

Or is it heaven that punishes me,

Will I, by my guardian angel be found?”

Asked the girl on the other side, the girl that was me.

Then I said to myself, the “me” in the audience

“Everything happens for a reason

The hardship that doesn’t break her tolerance,

Will only strengthen her inner beacon.”

“The day will come when you will shine

Shine bright for all to see

Your enemies shall be met with a steady decline”

I consoled the girl on the other side, the girl that was me.