RECOVERY
I used to be one so ambitious;
I took my studies very serious.
I dealt with things meticulously;
Wasn't delayed by mistake unnecessarily.
I never gave up to any defeat;
I believed in a game of no retreat.
To try to the last even with a breathe left,
As I was sure my result would be one of the best.
Things turned around one day;
All I loved doing got hooked in a maze.
With a broken heart, I felt disappointed.
For several dreams I had, but yet to be met.
I only wake up, trapped in a pile of old dreams,
Each day my wings get more weakened,
Coldness and grittiness, my frozen heart felt,
In fantasy and hopes do I always crept.
Auspiciously, I got revived,
When my mama called my name thrice,
In hastiness, she sought my attention,
Then, I remembered there were lots undone.
It dawned on me, the new sun has risen,
Shinning so brightly, sucking away the crisis,
The second chance is here again!
As I rose firm to bring a change.
Bestowed upon me were rights to recover,
And retrace all that have been squandered.
The Pen Lord anointed me with His ink;
Endowed me with enthusiasm and might,
To liquefy frozen hearts into palette of radiance,
Where all souls shall feel aches no further.
© noona_eve.poetry
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