Birthdays are a burden sometimes.
The daunting irony of aging.
Glaring truth of three decades
lived in turmoil.
Mixed feelings from a life that
A new year, another birthday
Catch up is just a game and I
am not winning.
Beckoning realities that come
with aging churn my insides.
The childhood bogeyman
somehow evolved into inner
demons that I now fight
Flash backs equivalent to a
nagging woman constantly rubs
my inconsistencies in my face.
Vile creature is always quick
to remind me of my mistakes!
Memories of pain paralyze my
Pangs of regret pierce my skin
to expose all the wrong decisions
and things i took for granted.
Time is but a curse; a haven for
Easily lost, but never recovered.
Time is a haunting concept made
by humans to have a sense of
organization in their pathetic lives.
But amidst the painful realities
and ironies that come with aging,
lies gratitude, love and appreciation
for the gift of life.
Blessings that come with celebrating
another year, reliving and recollecting
memories with each passing year.
Thanking God for life, health and
recreating new memories with
Birthdays are a Blessing too.