Little Development

Tears grow heavy
As you watch all that
You once were
Begin to rust away
You do not feel sadness
But nostalgia
As clouds containing past lives
And past karmas circle the space
Around your head
Screaming in your ears
However
You know that becoming
A new bundle of
Energy and knowledge
Is a great expedition
You must embark
Without distraction
Of any sort

Those dust covered shoes
Struggle to comply at first
But without
Any other hesitation
You set off towards
A door
That has now made
Itself known
With a hand pushing through
And a few hands supporting
You turn to look at at the
Remains of twisted memories
And not knowing
If this is directed
Towards yourself or maybe
Something bigger than that
You ask aloud
"Please tell me before I go
Who was this one?"
This time around
"Who was I?"

- Nirmohi