Try Again
I struggle with the goal in front of me
And fumble the ball
Left feeling worthless
With no self esteem to speak of
But I stand tall
When the road gets rigid, rocky and unbearable
I draw strength and fortitude from my ancestors
Who walked the path before me
I wonder what they would do
To make it through
And I try again
No matter how many times
I come up short
It doesn’t matter
Call me the Mad Hatter
I knock on the door of impossible
And pour tea from the top of ladders
Bypassing the sinical laughter
And the falling sky’s impending diaster
I gallop with the wild and free
Exceeding extraordinary challenges placed before me
Equipped with a reservoir of power buried within
Weaponized with the determination to win
Carrying the mane of a lion
Love always, Esha ❤️
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