Broken pieces of a shattered glass frame come to remind me of forgotten memories,
The flashback came with bits of pictures making me aware of what I was,
The blinks and signs usher me to follow a path unknown but connected to my thoughts,
There I see the figure move the same I saw have never seen before,
Shining in the dark cloudy night the appearance so charismatic,
All the pieces fallen for come together and form the figure,
Sudden feel of knowing goes through my veins,
Jolting my body as I feel the current passing me,
An experience I had so unforgettable so difficult to describe,
I see what I shall become the inner self calling me,
It is the voice of soul within which haunts me night and day,
It does give me peace of mind while forming the cause of rage,
There no steps there, no air, no sound of a beating heart,
A puff of air blown by me catches itself in vacuum,
What trouble I have is hard to explain, it's beyond the understanding of human brain,
I shall rise as I shall have to rise above myself to see the fortune for me,
My eyes shut as I lie in my bed getting it all in a dream,
There is a sound at my window waking me in half with a scream,
I end up on this mortal earth with family and friends,
I still think of it even today, the experience I had that day,
I felt so fresh as if I just slept on petals of rose rather than on my bed,
Although the search I made it did not pressurize my brain,
I woke so fresh, full of life,
The search I made has just begun to make me know the powers within,
It brings me to life as it brings me to death.
