My rise after my Fall

My rise after my Fall short poem

Lost the faith,
Have no hope,
long is the journey ahead,
With little scope.
Then comes the light, out of nowhere,
To show me the way that had disappeared.
but deeper, there was still, just there somewhere.
So I buckle and get up on my feet again
leaving the unhealed wounds of my fall behind.
With a promise to be discrete
this time I walk on the road which I dreaded the most
To come back in terms with life
which had vanished like a ghost.

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Abhi J
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Nice motivational lines Illahi 🙂

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Welcome to HoP @Illahi_Bedi. We shall look forward to a words journey together so keep writing!

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