helenvalentina

A road inside the Matheran Town (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

If I try very hard I may recall
Days of innocence
Before wit and eloquence
Before confines and conformity
Before knowledge of who I was
And yet may be
Within the world
Of my small family

I may recall
The person that I once could be
The first face that I wore
When standing, waiting at my door
The ancient call of wanderlust
Bit deep, and deep in me

That first desire was to move
To make the world my very own
I scampered from my cloistered home
And down the small town streets I’d roam
Defiant and alone

My parents no doubt worried, fretted
Of my little life
How much I regretted?
I didn’t have the concepts
Too soon to have the words
To yet explain
I ran not away
But somehow ran towards….

Towards…..I know not what
Just something that I never got

Now years have passed
And wanderlust
Has wandered far from me
My days are quiet
Lived in my home
A perfect symmetry

But if I try so very hard
When gazing in my mirror long
I’d see the little child peek out
The one who travelled to belong
Her first desire was just to know
And sing her own pure song

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

For mindlovemisery’s prompt ‘My first’ at: http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2013/12/15/prompt-34-my-first/

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