Comeback

There has been a canyon

Between me

And the magical lad

That I once was.

When I was a lad

I used to be a Starship

Determined to pierce

Through interstellar medium

At supersonic speeds.

When I was juvenile

I was a sharp-sighted eagle

Soaring high helter

Riding swiftly on the airwaves

Like a cowboy

On a mighty horse.

When I was a lad

I was an impoverished kinky-haired

Slim young man

But I was sharp

Like a new razor blade

Effortlessly chopping

What they called diamond.

Those days

Are etched

Beneath my cranium–

Our prowess

Being bulleted.

Through a lens

Colored in nostalgia.

I eye myself 

In my inborn shoes

And dark-blue shorts

With what they called rear lights,

Dashing to the front

To receive a present.

Those golden handshakes

Are inscribed

In indelible ink

In the confines

Of my skull.

My hair is still kinky

Only that I’m a grown-up man.

I’m still a swift eagle

Roaming the vast cosmos

Only that sometimes

Shadows ensnare me.

I’m still an interstellar rocket

Only that for a decade

My mind had complied

To the flawed description

I home in my mind–

A crashed space shuttle.

My comeback

Is full-fledged-

An outburst

Of what I once was

Like a solar flare.

I'm still that boy

Only that I've been ensnared

By false and real alarms

And by tenets embroiled

In fueling these.

My body and my mind

Have transformed

In a phenomenal way

Just like the climate has.

But I’m the same soul

That I used to be

When I was a young man.

© Sea-Crab Poetry.

(Voyager of Words)

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