By Asmita Temkar
Once upon a time, I began my journey as a traveler,
Though feeling nervous, I just closed my eyes and entered the New World like a dreamer.
I took my first step feeling nervous and excited both,
I just put my hand over my heart and said All Is Well like an oath.
My little step led me to the crowd of strangers where I felt myself alone,
Looking around I felt everyone was busy in themselves and the reason was unknown.
But the strangest thing was the smile on my face,
Maybe I wanted myself to be known that’s why I wore it with grace.
Everything around me was new and unknown, yet it felt amazing,
Maybe I was one step closer to my dream that made my heart racing.
Finally, I realized the path isn’t a straight line, it’s a spiral,
Everyday I tell myself I can do it though I continually come back to things I thought I understood like a cycle.
Maybe the journey isn’t so much about becoming anything, may be its about un-becoming everything that isn’t really me,
It’s my road and mine alone, so I can be who I were meant to be.
