Recognition

There is someone in everyone of us, who gives us little nudge to step forward, to put up a little brave smile and gives us the strength to face the future, when deep down we are broken. It’s about us being stranger to ourselves. 

My heart roughly grasped,

Iron claws tempering its sinews.

Mirror reflects etched smile,

Perfectly, unevenly reaching the eyes.

Thousands suns upon me,

But profound trail of shadows.

Brave steps still forward,

Pretending ignorant of sheer bonds.

When realization dawned, atoned;

Found myself light years away,

Beyond veils of recognition.

I, a stranger to me.