My Wish Poem by suhana lulu

My wish,
i wished to be a lover;
Lover of words and letters.
I wanted to read
and once i loved
i read my brother's junk books i got from the attic.
I read.

some other time later
when i really craved for books
i combed the libraries
i took some, they had good names, titles;
i read.
but was immovable
with the words, phrases and meanings
i wanted to toss them, but i never did so,
i had respect
but something changed,
the love for someone else's words.

I had pain,
i cried.
It didn't heal
i had pain, fear, questions
and more than enough
more than enough for a teen.
I wrote;
my pain, passion, fear, everything
then i felt my mind;
clear and content.

I loved rain,
murmurings of leaves in rain,
i smelled i felt i grabbed,
i wrote.
it was my time with a fire inside
i wrote.
that was it, the best of all time.

Now,
i don't know what i do
There may be a spring inside.
But feel useless
Like a lifeless tree
hands up asking sun for a rebirth
and feet grounded, asking soil for a regeneration.
oh my creator,
i also want,
i want my renaissance.