Restitution
Restoring the lost me
To replenish the exhausted zest.
To learn to fall off a crest,
Looking up again, with a heart in my chest.
Reviving reliving
the vivid memories ,when the feet were tiny,
full of grace
full of pace.
Holding on to memories,
nostalgia circling me,
i began to walk ,
a tumultuous trip.
Holding on to my hues,
alas, I traversed through.
Timidly trailing time,
hoping to meet at cross roads,
a rendezvous.
Leading to a place,
with destiny powering my craze
i began to gaze
but saw a place devoid of grace
Everything perishing with pace
Battling inconstancy was no easy maze.
Remaining was me,
amongst the debris
Ceasing to restitute the lost me.
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