Introspection

It’s a quarter after one
Red-eye flight home tonight

The runway seems foggy
And so was her my brain

For a few hours, rationality, clarity
And other terms of logic, took a backseat
And she let her emotions take flight

One by one she dissected
Parts of her past, present and future

As she drowned in an endless spiral
Of midnight’s depression and listless thoughts

Of childhood innocence when she dances carefree
And bathroom concerts that drove the neighbors crazy

Of weeks spent in libraries pretending to study
And instead finishing every other book except her reference

Of talents and potentials
That could’ve been something

Escapades, sexapades and a few other extravaganzas
Passed off for familiarity and some self-imposed morality

Of foregone dreams and choices that could’ve been
And list of people ghosted over the years

A friend who’s become a family,
A family who became a stranger

And a few others used to passing cold shoulders
Now trying hard to be acquainted

Acts of altruism and disguised narcissism
As they get to know she’s made something of her-selves

Of proud moments when she chose to take
A few leaps of faith and some calculated risks

When she chose to lose a few battles
Because it helped her win the war

Grace over grudge and frost over a rage

And moments when being a better person
Was the wiser choice, even when she held the kryptonite

Of a life she was carving,
At the cost of few missed milestones

Of far too many sleepless nights
Only humbled by some self-assurance

That a few well intended efforts made now
Will manifest in it’s own due time

A then reality kicked in, so did the network
It’s a clear blue sky and a perfect landing

Home at last. It’s a big day tomorrow.