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Spoken Third Year
Spoken Third Year
Yet to recover, to the third I go, The third voyage has sailed and I’m on it,
Barely surviving, last ditch I must try, Riding the waves freely yet carefully,
To make my parents proud and let them know, A challenge for myself to never quit,
Even though alone, I can and will grow, To cruise over hurdles successfully,
Beyond the heartbreaks and loses, they’ll see, To keep hold of myself and sanity,
Determined and unshaken- there is me. Even with fate’s surprise and things unplanned,
Determined and unshaken, I will stand.
I wish- Fate had another plan to spare,
I softened, turned fragile, like a snow flake,
My failures manifested to nightmare,
Lurking, haunting, and keeping me awake,
An audition I failed ruined my sake,
Like water, confidence went down the drain,
I used to excel, but now all in vain.