The first time I tried
no one warned me
nor did I brace myself for what could happen next.
I failed.
Something shattered inside me
how did I go so wrong?
It wasn't that hard
I've seen people pass with flying colours
some on their first attempt and others on their fourth
but every mistake replayed in my head
reminding how easy it would've been
if I had just done it right.
I managed to muster up some courage
and tried again not too long after
but I did it again.
Disappointment
failure
the breaking of not only my heart
but every amount of confidence
hope
courage
and faith I gathered with effort.
I couldn't try for the third time
at least not so soon
for I knew
one more failure would snatch my sanity.
Weeks after weeks
months after months
I either avoided building my confidence
or went wrong during practice days.
It's been over a year since my second attempt
and after what seemed like countless
comparisons to those who've succeeded
pep talks at home
dreams of being able to celebrate once I pass
assurance that failure doesn't mean the end of the world
and the realization that it must be now and not later
I'm giving it another try.
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Midnight Garden of Words
PoezieIn a world surrounded by darkness lies a wondrous place where all it takes is one look a few steps before you're lost dancing under the twenty-six stars known as letters shining bright over the midnight garden of words.