The train moves towards home,
To the place from where I come.
Deep in thought I sit.
Gazing at the window and the fields that lit.
Memories flashing like movies,
to tell I have loads of stories.
Richer by experience I am now,
Like I have seen the worst of things somehow.
Something within me has changed,
I no longer bother about being accepted.
I no longer put others before me.
But I am not selfish you see.
I love myself more than anybody else,
With entire heart and every pulse.
My heart thanks the toxic people I met,
My head frets and my eyes are wet.
Tears trickle down,
And I frown.
But then I smile again.
Again after bouts of pain.
For I am going back home,
To the place from where I once come.
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