Starting Again
A poem about starting one’s journey again and taking the reluctant first step.
As I take my first step, I hold onto hope,
Don’t know if I’ll again fall down the slope.
I struggle for words, can’t even write one,
Doubts rising up like the inevitable sun.
They say the hardest part is getting started,
Regardless of the dream, you try full-hearted.
Some make it big, some are on the way,
Some take a pause, but they all did play.
I wonder. Did they know where they’d be
when taking the first step towards destiny?
Did Neil Armstrong know he’ll kiss the moon
When he first saw her in the nightly tune?
Did Usain know he’ll be the Lighting Bolt
When he first crawled, not even a year old?
Did Muhammad Ali know he’ll be the best to exist
When he first tried the gloves and clenched his fists?
Did the elephant calf know he’ll shake the earth?
Did the single drop know about the ocean it’ll birth?
Does the heartless romantic who’s scared to confess
Know the happy ever after with which he’ll be blessed?
If only we knew about the greatness in store,
The steps would hasten like waves to the shore.
Undeterred by failure, on to the next door.
The journey matters, the love to explore.
I weaved rhymes once, but abandoned the pen,
Now the hardest thing to do is to start again.
Where do these words lead, will it be on deaf ears?
Or are they seeds to sprout in the coming years?
Poet’s note
I’ve been writing for over ten years now. Would jot down poetry, songs, and stories. I would hope to achieve recognition with my writing, but never really made it big. Numerous have been the times that I abandoned it, only to be drawn in back again to express myself. Every time I start again, doubts fill my mind as I question why I do it. It’s an on-and-off relationship because I take my talent for granted. This is me, starting again from scratch. Taking the first step once again.
