The first time. Not the last.

It was the first time. And it wouldn’t be the last.

Failure. Loss. Regret. They ganged up together. I was aghast.

I knew it was in the works. I had seen it in the cast.

It took one word to regain myself – Hope. I raised its flag on the mast.

‘I will welcome you each time, adversity,’ I said looking back at my past.

You gave me a chance to bounce back stronger. Just like a gymnast.

Alka Sharma

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