TURNING THE PAGE

We stand at the edge of a moment in time,

Where the ink of the past still lingers in rhyme,

The pages behind us, heavy and worn,

Hold memories etched, both mended and torn.

If we do not drop the weight of our past,

Misery will await us at every stop of our journey,

No one knows what is behind this mask of ours,

Yet here we are now, with the future untold,

A chapter unwritten, a story to unfold.

The turning is quiet, like whispers of breeze,

A promise of journeys across unknown seas,

The Commitments the sorrows,

The hands that we use to lift the new sheet,

Are stronger from pages we've already beat.

Yet lighter, they feel, with a hope that is bright,

Ready to scribble in lines of pure light.

Once there is a past

What if within one ending, there is a new beginning?

Turning the page is more than a possibility

It’s giving your soul a rationale to voice,

That life, like a book, is never quite done,

Each ending is just where new tales have begun.

So, turn it with courage, and turn it with grace,

Each line is a heartbeat, each word an embrace.

And know! as you journey through chapters ahead,

The page that you write will forever be read.

 

Fatima tul Zahra  IX M