Can't Get Back To Home... Poem by Jasleen Kaur Khanuja

The best thing about time is it's a great healer
What could be the worst? Can you name?
I would say, it's just the same.

I am afraid, that,
Someday it will heal me too,
Someday it would make me forget about the dark times,
Someday I would find myself laughing,
Laughing again,
With the same people who saw me cry
who themselves were the reason, why was I rubbing my watery eye,
It did hurt me, I won't lie

And maybe I will forget this,
And Maybe I will forgive this,
And maybe I will get back home,
And what if I experience the flashbacks that were long gone.
And I wonder why my life always sounds like a sad song?

I will try to fit in,
And find my place in that chaos.
But will I only be a substitute
And for that should I even show my gratitude?

And every time I see those beautiful waves come,
I wonder if I could get back home some,
They seem to be just like a gem,
But they Go back before I could even touch them,
Shame could be seen all over my face,
And I lift up my head, again with grace,

Every time I wish to see a sunny day,
It ends up being the disastrous rain,
I regret every time I missed an opportunity to shine,
Saying "Maybe, another time",
Somedays I feel, I would soon be fine,
And sometimes it looks like a big crime.

now I could only see my happy laugh, in the picture,
The picture on that frame
Who is it that I could blame
It was all in my mind
It was just a game

If I share my thoughts,
I would be called lame,
I won't even receive the sympathy that I could claim,
I would be told you have gone insane,
It was just a joke, grow up and focus on your aim.