Ctrl+Alt+Del: Reclaiming the Self

On the due course of the midnights of summers,

where it felt hot on some and breezy on others;

Somewhere in the spaces between them , I chose escapism-

I lost myself in the nature and smelled something anew.

I found myself back again with a spark.

A spark, they say it never fades.

But I? I would rather say the end to it is inevitable.

Later then did I know all it needs is a resurgeance,

A recalcitrance that can make it glisten once again - 

for it never faded off extensively, rather just paused for a while.

Isn't summer all about this?

Isn't thus what they call a 'summer glow-up'?

I'm here with a revival of a 'me', that somewhere down the lane had forgotten herself;

But through this, I learnt something - 

Whilst winters, springs and autumns can throw you into a long mindless rat race,

Summers have this magical superpower that bring you back.

The phase is just as evitable as the permanence of the rest;

But maybe, just maybe - it's the small phases that matter.

A you that knows her worth,

A you that can stand up for herself,

A you that chooses kindness over drama,

A you that's chasing her dreams,

A you that finds herself in a resolve to glisten regardles...