A poem I never read out loud

 I wrote this poem a week or so before my 18th birthday and it was supposed to be read on the special occasion in front of everyone as a gesture of gratitude. But, including many other things that I had planned for my birthday, it never came to disclosure. And despite what everyone seeks, I think there's power in being unacknowledged, being hidden and secured. I could imagine the odd impacts of my poem during a family event and hence, my conscience never allowed me to recite it. "Things are valued more when hidden", it said.

Now, it's been about three months and I have been wanting to save it here; that is in case, a loss of data occurs in future. I can not risk to lose this poem. It may not be literally rich, but the values it keeps within is quite precious for me to lose. So, here follows my poem.

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If years are just supposed to roll by

How did I live them?

Since I have lived, and I have learnt

How could I keep them aside then?

Life has been a classroom and

This World has been my mate

Teachers are the People 

who taught opening the gate

World is big and how I really wish

I could see every bit of it

With love and with life

I could live every moment of it

Tears to laughter

Silence to speaking

Emotions came and left

And myself, I kept making.

I have been resentful

I have been lost

Life had created moments

That I found immensely unjust

It hasn't been a piece of cake

Neither it has been impossible

I always had something in me

Which said, "You are capable"

To all those who made me happy

To all those who made me sad

I would like to look back for a while and see

Even those at whom I've been mad.

How do I feel?

Ask a disoriented sailor of the ocean

How he feels when he gets a glimpse of an island

I have turned myself into someone

Of whom I never even imagined

Change is inevitable

So is time

So, how could you make certain

That things are going to be just the same and fine?

The journey has not come to the end

It is on the edges of the mountain

This is where the climb begins

The cliffs seem to be tall and scary

But the journey still remains

And, I do not wish to be scared or weary

I passed across the lands that seemed impassable

I happened to meet things..

Things that bothered me, but not for long

I have even crossed regions where

I did not need to be strong

Where I could walk by with a smile on the face

Where I felt this is where happiness belongs

While in my heart and in my voice,

Stayed many beautiful songs.

This is my message of gratitude

From the bottom of my heart

There awaits a journey hereafter

Which requires a great start.

For everyone and everything, about I care

Now, there is a life ahead of me, where I shall fare

Pray that my will prevails over my fears

And, cheers to what I have passed

"Eighteen amazing years"

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Thank you for reading. Every reader means a lot to me.

Love, Pran❤️