All The Ages I Carry

At times I am an anxious child,
counting fears like stars at night,
holding my breath for comfort,
searching faces for a sign
that everything will be alright.
Other times I am an angry teenager,
words sharp, doors slammed shut,
questioning the world loudly,
demanding answers,
refusing to bend, refusing to hush.

Sometimes I am a matured soul,
quiet, understanding pauses,
choosing silence over storms,
learning when to let go,
and when to simply breathe.
And all other times,
I am a kiddish heart waiting to explode—
laughing too loudly, loving too deeply,
finding magic in small things,
tripping over joy like it’s brand new.
I am not confused,
I am layered.

A timeline walking in one body,
holding every version gently,
learning that growing up
doesn’t mean leaving any of them behind.

Nandini

 

Thank you dear @Srama... yes amidst the chaos of dear life, holding on to the kiddish heart is utmost important, I feel.

Smiles
Nandu

 

The innocence, and the curiosity and the spontaneous joy.... these are enough tonhave a child like heart in life.

 

Thank you cheering sir

 

Thabk