The chilly wind cuts through my skin,
While I stroll by the woods at dawn,
Making me ponder over the errors within
My heart, that shrunk me from the queen to a pawn.
It’s been a while since I have smiled openly,
It’s been a while since I’ve spoken fearlessly,
Because, the constant guilt of failing to successfully
Establish myself, kills me from within, mercilessly.
I’ve tried my best, but, yet I’ve failed,
And, hence, I’ve lost the confidence in myself,
But, I know it for certain that the wind has sailed
To ruffle through the agony of verses written on my heart’s shelf.
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