Category : Poems

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Does it really matter?
I feel all the hope of acquiring my dream has been shattered
Does my passion really matter?
Can it make me be of a positive change?
Can it kill my rage?
Am nothing but a question these days
I felt I can go for it
I felt I was for it
My heart told me"Go for it "," Race for it","You can do it"
As I was about to go for it 
I saw good racer racing for it
I stood still
I felt ill
I thought I was Skilled
I said in tears
As I glared
I ran from there
I couldn't bear 
I saw a chair and sat
Blinking at the cloud 
I started thinking
Am I a good racer or am just another loser
Just then one of the racer came to me
"What's wrong" he said 
I did as if I didn't hear
He repeated in a low key
"Nothing" I managed to say as tear begin to drop down my cheek
I felt I was really weak
"Split it out nd u shall have no doubt" he said
"Does my passion really matter?,Must I follow my heart"I said
"You see you gonna believe in your dream first
And build your self esteem
At this point, I started getting better as I realise I am just a beginner
Choose your mentor on that field
Then start your game
And clear your aims
I stood up to meet the coach in the fear of being rejected
But luckily for me I was accepted
Before I knew it I was on the track.
On the pursue of my dream
And I see the finish line as a gleam
Waiting for the whistle
And been in bristle
Different thought and questions piped up in my mind and I hope all the questions would soon be answered
finally the whistle is blown
I am all alone
Full of thought and anxiety
And being in curiosity
Trying to believe in my ability
I took my heel with so much zeal