IDENTITY CRISIS PUT TO REST (Part 3)

The delusional self, until it meets itself, yet again!

Feelings ceased,

Time shrunk, and the garden was invisible.

Peace came from new sources,

Until realization struck.

Imprints of family-travels returning,

Kindling feelings of belongingness.

Old spirit returning,

Comforting the soul.

Familiarity igniting restlessness,

Yet welcomed warmly as an old acquaintance.

Faintly recognizing the self,

Sparks of anxiety sparkle the imagination.

Lopsided uncanny smile returning,

On finding blissful solace in introverting.

Yet again, the being is connected with nature,

Inner callings whispering in tranquil silence.

Again, risk seems thrilling,

As if, essential to feed the soul.

Caving in; replying laconically,

Brings peace.

Calm waters swirling gently like my thoughts,

And each ripple soothing the mind;

That's my introvert world,
Embracing me again.