An Evening With Odds

The odds played you,

As you weren’t selected,

You emphasize on rejection to justify,

That your sorrows and luck lucked out,

But then why do you not acknowledge,

The fact you were too selected by one?

Is there a reason why you choose your tears,

As the one you want to talk about,

The one that dried you in and out,

You keep going without conquering your fears?

It all comes down to control,

Being the one in charge when you can,

And not letting external forces,

Be the one for which you have inner care.

Belief is reflective,

As when you select yourself before the world,

It’s not about selfishness but self love,

That to each one is subjective.

As you now have overcome most of your fears,

Not all but quite a few,

From now with your past frozen tear drops of dew,

You will succeed at being the one who nears,

The power of negating,

The power of leading,

And the power of believing,

And with every breath of yours,

You shall find a new you,

Who has walked way past,

Those caught up in your fears.