My Space

My Space short poem

From a subdued, quiet daughter,

To an unruly boisterous teenager,

Accepting the transformation with a straight face,

Whilst, trying hard to find my space.

The hectic turbulent college days,

The intermingled greed for love and appraise,

Wanting to be a winner in every race,

Whilst, trying hard to find my space.

Comes a phase to lower the pace,

Soften the tones and walk with grace,

Be a bride, accept all in an embrace,

Whilst, trying hard to find my space.

Life filled with cuddles and cries,

Fairy tales, Teddy’s and broken toys,

Balancing decorum and elegance with finesse,

Whilst, trying hard to find my space.

A calmness and peace seeps in,

Sit back and smile at all I have been,

Penning bittersweet thoughts keep me apace,

And, I find my space.

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Beautifully written @Nazima_Kachwalla…this poem evokes such a sense of contentment like the feeling of coming home. Terrific Job!

Reyvrex Questor Reyes

Solitude afforded by writing do give us space from all the noise city life. Nice write.

Reyvrex Questor Reyes

Solitude afforded by writing do give us space from all the noise of city life. Nice write.

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