My New Game Poem by Taasvinie Nahenthran
My New Game
In this,
Three years of challenge,
To fill a bucket full of courage,
Wasn't as easy as making a bowl of porridge.
That first time,
Felt like a new game,
The only solution is to overcome,
Because this is the endgame.
Legs were shaking,
Hands were sweating,
Eyes was rolling,
Prayers were singing.
In a blink of eye,
Throat was dry,
There was nothing else say,
Finally, I survived.
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