I was told that the past was gone, not the chance.

I could still prove myself.

I was told that the trust was lost, not my potential.

I could still redeem myself.


I tried and tried till I cried,

As though I were shouting on top of my lungs.

I slipped and climbed a mountain with no heights,

Just to lose myself.


Almost reached the top now,

Where I could finally see; golden bright.

Who am I now?

Because this doesn’t seem right.

– Aanya Singh, Amity International School, Noida


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