munkmind

There is an itch on my back, and I don’t know why..

Countless experiences of ups and downs,
Some memorable and few worth just an ounce

Stretching lot of smiles and wiping a few tears,
I have for sure grown through all the years

I seem to have a new curiosity,
A seeming rush from within on high velocity

Wanting to learn with a fresh rigor,
Urging to act with far more vigor

Wondering what is pushing me against the sack,
But again there is this itch tearing through my back

I look at the mirror to get a quick glimpse,
Two parallel scratches is what it seems

Rubbing against the wall to get them fade away,
They seem to grow bigger like they are here to stay.

I think of all the places that I want to go,
All the life’s beautiful moments that are yet to show

My eyes again sparkle and the pretty face glows,
Energy bursts through my nerves and everywhere it flows

I am not scared anymore to reach greater heights,
To try new things and handle fiercer fights

With a need to change for my better time,
I breathe in deep to restart my grind

But this itch on my back needs to go,
As soon as I wake up, just before my show

I stare at the mirror with my jaws dropped,
As the itch and the marks were not what I thought

Resisting this change all the while with so much fury,
I failed to realize my growing wings itching for a flight to glory…

I praise life and its magical mind,
For being a teacher beyond belief but yet so kind

Teaching me that patience and belief always pays,
And that rigour and perseverance will make me win my race..