many rejections
all in a week,
one after the second,
did I mistakenly shuffle down
a pill of failure while
while grieving?
but it is said that
there is a reason
for everything
that happens.
and I am here to find
mine-
or a story perhaps
or myself
that derailed accidentally.
the blow was brutal
but it passed like
everything else. except,
I am grateful today
that walking in the lanes
I vowed to never visit:
reconnected me to my
younger self, who fell
after every 18 months
but made a comeback
and stronger than the
last time.
(she finds a way because
she believes there is a
way.)
Stay with
Prerna 🙂
