Shattered Poem by Jongoni Sripriya

The young me was much fond of dreams,
Creating and working for making them true.
The young me had many goals and plans,
Living in the hope of accomplishing them.
The young me had sight of many opportunities,
Waiting to grow up soon and grab them upon.

The young me was strong and bold,
Neglecting criticism against her plans.
The young me was dedicated and enthusiastic,
In the belief that efforts never go vain.
The young me was boundless in thoughts,
And extended the radii of life.

The young me was happy and fine,
Time passed by, thrown stones and restrictions.
The young me slowly started to change,
Into a shattered me and changed many.
The shattered me with a thick shell,
Never let her out of it with a shrink-ed radii

The shattered me was so lost,
That she can't see light out side the dark cave.
The shattered me was so down,
That she gave up her goals and plans.
The shattered me was so damaged,
That she forgone her capabilities.

The shattered me was so tired,
That she works but for the sake of nothing
The shattered me was dejected,
Laughing at the young me and said things changed.
The shattered me was in state of despondency,
Who has forgotten to laugh heart fully long ago.