With every sunrise,

I fly towards becoming someone new

bearing the hefty weight of solitude

of forgetting the ‘she’ I used to be,

in the feathers of my wings. 

So, I filled the pages of my diary

with the reminiscence of her. 

But the ink seems to be fading away

and so does the embodier of her.   

And I can do nothing but watch

as the memories of me fly away–

never to return within my reach.