I was lost in thoughts deep,
Wondering about life’s journey whose track I find hard to keep.
I was given wings so that I could fly high,
But I thought I was caught in a trap even before I could try.
Carried a big burden of uneasy feelings as I walked through life’s garden,
It would have been light as a feather if I’d only granted pardon.
I’d run when I’d see a rainbow in search of the pot of gold,
But failed to see every jewel I was given before I was too old.
But may be I still have time to go home,
With the realization that life always has its arms open wide for this daughter who’d gone to roam.
This poem is written for Weekend Wordle 5 at A Prompt Each Day and for Day 4 of Ultimate Blog Challenge