One Last Shot
Some times in life,
we encounter situations that threaten to tear us apart,
and sniff out the essence of life itself from within.
The people we look up to are gone.
Friends and family-our backbones are nowhere to be found.
Other times, no one has any idea about what is going on;
We put on a façade,
masking our real feelings deep inside.
We knew it was never going to be a walk in the park,
but this is a whole new dimension.
We keep on keeping on,
fighting the demons within,
wearing that fake smile
and acting like everything is okay,
for we remain optimists.
And then that moment comes,
we finally can’t see the dim light at the end of the tunnel.
It’s nothing but a cul-de-sac,
or more like a train coming head on, in our direction.
So we throw in the towel,
And decide to end it all, once and for all.
Would it be by an overdose,
a walk on the train track,
Or perhaps, a dive into the ocean?
We become obsessed with death
Obsessed with darkness
Obsessed with thoughts of what lays on the other side.
Then like the voice and innocence of a small child,
we get that gentle tugging,
telling us to give it one more try,
to take one more shot,
have one more dance,
write one more song,
one more presentation,
fight for our kid again,
preach one last sermon,
say one more prayer
Just shine like a million stars…..one more time.
They said those heights are unattainable,
Dreamers they called us,
We were nobodys,
we didn’t matter,
we didn’t count.
We were the planktons in the food chain.
But hey, some man once said all our dreams can come true,
if we had the courage to pursue them
And oh, I hear another whispering;
the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world, are the ones who do.
We decided to try one last time for ourselves
Not for anyone.
So we dust ourselves up,
mustering up what’s left of our tattered courage and self-esteem.
Sluggishly, we start to draw up plans,
Start to make new beats,
Hit the jogging trail again
Hit the gym one more time
Write some lines of simple code
Get on our knees in prayer
Start moving to the beat
Writing that last sermon
Fixing up that presentation
Writing that last script
Baking that last cake
Believing in our kid one more time.
We know success is not guaranteed
For anyone that has taken that shot and missed can say he failed
But we miss all the shots we don’t take
And he who is scared of taking shots is not worthy to be called a failure
For he never tried, but froze
We are your brethren than preceded you speaking.
We have walked the walk,
So we reserve the right to talk
If you ever feel like you are alone
Do well to remember,
We are up here cheering you on
For we know what you feel
And your destiny is too great, not to take that shot.
Just do it…..one last time.