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Resurgence

It has been too long
And I'm not stuck anymore
While the scars are still there
They just don't hurt anymore.
And here's a new hope
Of a new dawn, a new beginning
But is it worth the risk
This situation is perplexing.

I'm not lonesome
That phase is foregone
I felt like I was whole
Then why am I counting on?
Counting on this situation
Counting on a new face
Will this make a difference
Or will it be just another phase?

We never interacted much
But the face has been there
It's structure, unknown
But the psyche, too familiar!
Too familiar as in
It's the same, my mirror image
But why am I looking for this
Was I this old school, this vintage?

I'll never know
If I don't give it a shot, would I?
Incertitude persists
And I'm frightened, that's why
I'm taking the risk
That soul has been cooperative
She sticks around, understands
Isn't a prying one , but still probative.

A few months down the road
I don't regret the risk that I took
It has been worth every single moment
Like the scent in unturned pages of a book
The dubiousness has vanished
The sky has been cloudless lately
Every moment, a memory is made
And takes its place in the heart, ornately.

To make a content person
Aware of the possibilities,
Aware of the unknown
She did that with so much of ease,
I'm glad I reached out, took a shot,
Had faith and believed in it
Yes, I can say without a doubt
She has been totally worth it!

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