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I look at my image in the mirror

I compare it with the one I’ve always wanted to be

The confident and sure eyes stare back at me

with contempt for the fear they see in mine.

It stands confident and fearless

waiting impatiently to be real

It blames me for the delay

It tells me that ‘ I have chosen’ to be a failure because :                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                

I think I’ll be beaten,

that’s why I am;

I think that I dare not,

that’s why I don’t                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 I think I’ll lose,

that’s why I lose                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       I think I can’t,

that’s why I’m unable.

For out in the world you’ll find

Success begins with your will

You’ve got to be sure of yourself before

It’s all in the state of mind.

Life’s battles don’t always go

To the stronger, prettier or faster one;

But sooner or later, the one who wins

Is the person who thinks s/he can.

(Must say this to myself everyday)



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I miss my brother

I miss you,

I miss how you filled the entire house with your presence

I miss how you’d always dominate

I miss being forced to watch cricket

I miss the warmth of knowing you’re around

I miss the way we fought

I miss being mad at you because I would end up with windblown hair

because you refused to close the car window

I miss being the spoilt kid sister

I miss how you pampered me everytime I was ill

I miss how you’d get irritated everytime I shopped

I miss the sarcasm

I miss how (only) you could make me say sorry first

I miss how you had a solution to every problem

I miss how you pretended to like the same thing as me

ensuring that I get what I want

I miss being (over)protected

I miss my brother


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Pull yourself together

I will never give up

I’ll never let go

the broken pieces of self

once rigidly held together

now forced into a flimsy whole

I’ll join them back bit by bit

there is order in chaos

optimism in pessimism

I might have hit rock bottom but it’ll only get better from here.


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