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

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About Sonal Singh

An author, storyteller, and full-time observer of life’s glorious absurdities. I write humour-laced stories where chaos wears fluffy fur, emotions arrive uninvited, and middle-class Indian households become ecosystems of drama, love, and unsolicited advice. Armed with sarcasm, caffeine, and alarming emotional attachment to stray creatures, I believe compassion is less of a virtue and more of a lifestyle disorder. One that I embrace. When I’m not writing, I’m usually busy running a full-time HR consultancy business, rescuing animals, or trying to maintain dignity while being emotionally manipulated by my pets. Through my literary work, I try to blend humour with heart, celebrating the messy coexistence of humans and non-humans in modern urban India.

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