My path crossed an old friend
Bewildered by my sudden visit
Years of neglect wore her out
She assured me to not worry
But her eyes tell another story
Her words choked with remorse
Tear stains blot her faint voice
Flinch as I touch her ripped scars
Parts of her thrown into the past
I sensed familiarity in her words
A forgotten play I was a part of
Her trauma becomes my obstacle
I must resolve the past to move on
So I seated beside her with a sigh
Altering the narration the only cure
Treatment of shift of perspective
Brought a faint smile on her face
She thanked me for the timely help
Making me swear to never return
So I walked away to where I started
Living the same tale but a new end
Gopika Pramod
An encounter with an old diary as the inner child outgrows, altering the outlook to see the trauma from a better light.