Wistful Forests
Poetry
Published in
May 13, 2024
I opened my eyes and found myself
Deep inside a dense jungle.
One by one they opened,
Those memories that were locked away
Presented as a vivid photograph.
So many memories, like water,
Bubbled up into the eyes.
Everything has changed now,
Nothing remains as before.
In search of my old identity,
I continue to roam these forests.
Maybe I will happen upon,
An intersection that is familiar.
So I can pause and breathe,
The visions that have wilted away
Could become clearer and bloom.
This one hope that still lingers,
I wait for the day, For it to fade away.
© 2024 Sarika S
