my sibling.
my light.
gullible.
to my loved one and his young ambition.
to his sincerity and motivation.
he reminds me of the time gone by.
when i was driven and filled with fire.
the difference being.
my passion was courageous yet aimless.
channelled by insecurity.
my loved one’s passion is confident and singularly directed.
driven by innate fantasy.
i used my fire to melt a few glass ceilings.
but not to ignite my heart inside.
i now see that fire was misdirected.
and needs a new revival of sorts.
that flame is still bristling with sparks.
of renewed vigour and revived courage for clearer path.
the fire acts as a guiding light for my younger self.
but also a christening torch for me.
i look to my younger self, in the form of a sibling.
who reminds me of my older days, and new opportunities brimming.
he tells me it’s alright to get lost. it’s alright to feel defeated.
but just like you did in the past, you’ll rise again grinning.
he turns to me, for advice and to understand pain.
i turn to him, to comprehend myself and forgive the mistakes.
relook at them like chapters from my life’s journey.
some written in mirth, some indulging in misery.
he is not a mirror to my past. rather a reflection of my being.
i am gullible to his wisdom. and his unrelenting love.
he says the same to me. and sends me a smile after a long discussion.
