The Time Traveler

On my 25^th Birthday, I wished for a Time Machine,

I wanted to go back to where it all begun, a time frame I could relate,

So, each day, I laid up staring deep into my soul, scathing through pixels of high definition memories.

Gliding through piles of resolved traumas, and to those I hadn’t resolved, I stealthily crept by.

In the power trip, I was bombarded by nostalgic thrills of youthful adventure, and on each stop, I was greeted by smirks of a younger me, a lost soul coming back home.

Those versions of me wanted to be present, rather, they wanted to be brought back to the future, it didn’t matter how they’d soil the birth of a new them.

Someone aggregated by their efforts and tenacity, guided by light, I trotted through my reality on what could have been and what is.

I sought a grateful heart, to appreciate the patches of calamities and despair breathed to life by a hope.

Hope that this was the right path, a path to gratification and reverence on how beautiful the journey is, and finding contentment to the fabrics of the current.