The Better Half Poem by Ruchi chaurasiya

You are meant to fly, whispered my heart.
You are growing, assured my mind.
You started from crawling but you will outstand the end, says my instinct.
Hassles, hard work, burns and anxiety all it takes to build myself.
I stood up when I fall, I crawled when I broke.
I walked on fire, danced in rain and embraced the storm of life.
And now, when I am burned enough to spread my light.
Now when I am strong enough to stretch my wings.
Now when I am sure enough to pick any fight.
Now when I am not afraid to take sip of my life.
Now finally when I am holing last piece of puzzle and all set to dazzle,
Just right at that fine time, I was told I am not enough.
I was told, not my soul but having the soul mate is utmost.
Just when I realized I made myself, I was told I need a better half.
I was told, not to be the one but to have the one is utmost.
It made me wonder how much I gained how much I lost.
It made me wonder did I crossed the ocean or raised like bubble.
It made me wonder, if it's time to uncurl the sword or to declare truce.
It made me wonder till what extent influx can oppose its root.
I wonder- what it takes to be the half again to find "the better half" when you are not half?