By Aksa Shafi
In forgotten places, I stumble upon a face,
A reflection of a soul in a bygone time and space.
A version of myself that doesn't exist anymore,
A fleeting glimpse of what I used to be before.
Memories long buried begin to resurface slow,
Like whispers in the wind, they echo, and I know
the laughter, the tears, the dreams, the fears—
a life I left behind through all the passing years.
In old photographs, I see a stranger's eyes,
a smile that's no longer mine, a heart that's compromised.
A fragment of my past, a shard of shattered glass,
a piece of me that's lost, forever to pass.
I find myself in forgotten melodies,
a song that transports me to memories
of love, loss, joy, and pain—
a bittersweet reminder of what remains.
In silence, I hear a voice,
a whisper from the shadows, a haunting choice
to hold on to the past or let it slip away,
to cherish the memories or seize the day.
I'll hold on to the echoes of a forgotten self,
a reminder of the journey that has brought me wealth
of experience, wisdom, and scars that tell a tale,
a version of myself that doesn't exist anymore, yet still prevails.
By Aksa Shafi
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