Second Chances

I jumped up, I grasped and clutched.

Alas! Doubt invaded, my feet lurched.

My hand faltered, hovered near the goal

But unsure, I questioned my own role.

 

“Do I deserve it, or do I not?” I thought

Negativity & pessimism in my mind fought.

My beclouded brain got more befuddled,

I clutched at my hair, completely addled.

 

But then clarity came, a ray of optimism

From my heart & overruled my brain’s schism

I steadied myself, held onto my belief,

I felt more confident, oh! What a relief.

 

I reached out and grabbed it with my hand

Nerves steadied, smiling, I took a stand.

I resolved, no more fear, ruing or backward glances

We must take & hold onto these second chances

Image – Austin Schmid via unsplash

About Sonal Singh

I believe that life is a repertoire of anecdotes. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, the people we meet, our conversations with them; all make life a melange of tales. And, that is what I attempt to capture through my writing. My cooking is no different! It reflects my love for travel and my love for innovation. The kitchen is my happy place. So, even though by vocation I am a recruiter (www.rianplacements.com), by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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