By Sonika Gill
I stumble again,
The thoughts, the words and the despair.
I feel it again, as I work on the damage and its repair.
I told myself, It is what it is.
I mend the pieces bits by bits.
Years passed away, I am learning now.
It's all merely a show let's do one more bow.
I paid my dues and sigh it away.
For I know now it is the only way...