Yes, You Can!

When my mind
Is  haunted,
By the wraiths
Of a barren past,
A voice says
They won't last.

When the present
Reeks of futility
Overcasting my ability.
Its tone loaded with plea,
The voice speaks to me.

When anxieties as if floes,
adrift on the currents of future woes
Bog me down ever and anon.

The voice both stern and mignon,

Enjoins me to endure

A little more.

When I see my

Contrived plans

Squarely going down the pan.

A feeble voice
Somewhere from deep within
Says, "I for one believe,

Yes, you still can!"

Though frail and fragile
Deep-seated yet agile
Elementary and pure
As limpid as azure

The voice resonates within
Amid the outer clamor and din
Pragmatism and rationale aside
Fervently urging me to abide

It asks me to fuel

The dying embers

Of Hope

Rekindle the dying desire

To cope

In the gloomiest

Of times

When things

Barely make sense

I am left all

Jittery and tense

It reminds me of the faith

My dear ones have in me

Sounding nothing

Short of a firm decree

 “You have it in you

Yes, I can see it in thee”

“Let the wings of hope

Flutter and span

I for one believe

Yes, you can”