What
ifs are but a small part,
Minuscule part of my existence now
haven't I come a long way
battling
the what if s at every step
insecurity is an old habit I guess
or is
it the outcome of failures,
broken
hearts, abandoned dreams
sinking feeling to the abyss
the
quicksand of nothingness, the blackhole?
yes,
haven't I been there too
tattered
yet I moved on,
with open arm to accept life once again
Even
if the only promise life offers is
-of death-Only surety
yet
again I stand on the threshold with a smile
to hug only the beauty of mystical life,
ready
even to be shattered if life may choose so,
without
qualms about a single moment of life,
moment that's me,
moment that's love,
.......I
brave the uncertainty
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