"Yes, you can!!"

"Yes, you can!!", she exclaimed to resounding applause. Another of her 'packed to capacity' motivational sessions had concluded, participants beamed confidently, ready to take on the world. 

For someone who peppered her conversations with phrases like "Never give up!!", "Nothing is impossible, the word itself says 'I'm possible'!" with aplomb and confidence, she needed every bit of her will power once she reached home. 

She took a long, hard look at her reflection in the mirror, "Yes, you can!!" she exclaimed and went about clearing the clutter that she had allowed to accumulate all around for the past few months.

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Golden gravel

Bouncing up and down,

through sea of golden gravel,

ship of desert sails.

Winds of change at work,

never-ending draft of life,

puff of golden dust.

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Levelled.

His eyes steal glances,

she silently steals his heart,

love strikes a balance.

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Towering egos

crumble to dust, nothing lasts.

Time restores balance

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Just good not enough,

aim higher, even better than best,

time to raise the bar.

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Tense wait.

Tick tock, tick tock, the clock kept ticking. All she could do now was wait. Even seconds seemed like minutes. She jumped up from her chair on hearing beeping sounds. Should she or shouldn't she open the door? Fingers crossed, she opened it hesitantly.

Relieved, she smiled. It was her first attempt at baking a cake.

Comeback.

Alarm starts beeping,

flight of fantasy cut short,

return to routine.

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Sandals back in vogue,

winter boots beat a retreat,

spring in step returns.

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Priceless treasures

Needled with love, hope,

bits and pieces of childhood,

warm nostalgia.

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Remnants of old love,

yellowing paper promises,

aroma lingers.

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Color craving.

Her black eyes gazed out of the window,

painting colored dreams on white snow.

frigid air seemed to echo her pathos,

outward calm cloaking inner chaos.

Tiny white specks flitted, listless

much like her thoughts, restless.

She yearned for warm, soothing rays of sun

would it ever tint her life golden,

would her heart smile, eyes twinkle for no reason,

her dispirited eyes beseeched the horizon.

No longer dreary looked the sky,

artist's palette had taken it's place;

pink-purple patches amidst ochre spray,

shades of delight to erase her dismay.

Her worry laden mind unable to see clearly,

had mistaken resting happiness for misery.

A simple prayer had lifted clouds of doubt,

her faith triumphant in this invisible bout.

A content smile luminous on her face,

enigmas unravelled to her mind's eye.

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