WHEN I MET MYSELF
--> WHEN I MET MYSELF Just short of my half journey And just the other day At a bustling airport lounge Through the cacophony of sounds I happened to share an hour With a reflection of myself An adolescent Caught in time In transition Between worlds Neither here nor there On the cusp of adulthood Emotionally, Still not out of the woods Sitting frozen in time On a couch, o pposite mine Understandably fidgety And on the threshold of her climb! I could sense she was aching Aching to leap out From a past shrouded in shelter Into life’s dodgy arms Alarmed And yet excited too About the unknown perhaps Without a compass or maps As she sat there Pondering Wondering Uncertain of everything Certainly of life If she jumped Will it catch her In time Busy as life was With a billion other lives And she bit her lower lip Maybe a t the thought