My Old Blankie..

 

When i was young i love my blankie and always lugged it around,
it provided me with a sense of security and comfort
'cos i knew my blankie was around...

My blankie kept me warm in the rain and cold,
At times, it became my punching bag in times of anger and fury...
It was by my side by day and by night,
I grew so attached to it that it was suffocating..

Then one day, I decided that it was enough,
that i wanted to grow up and become independent..
So off i went without my blankie and into a new world if my own..

But my blankie was still always there..
Waiting for my return...
Even though i had set it away...
while i explored my new identity..

Only then i realised that i missed my old blankie...
And the small things that i always took for granted..
Whiffing in the familiar scent as it infiltrate me...
I feel at home once again..
Unveiling the sagacity that i have gained..

Hope that this will not be evanescent or superfluous,
but that time will reveal to me...on whether
My old blankie will always be with me...