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A poem of a woman who has given her all to her career for many years at the expense
of sidelining love, family 
and friends. 

One day when she loses her ability to work, for the first time in her life she realises
that in the quest of money and career growth she has lost her emotional and social world
due to neglect. She feels alone and lost.

She aims to make amends at this point to turn around her errors and to balance her existence. 

I stand excited at the juncture of the bend
I appear to have made peace with all of the back trend
The road looks jagged and unsmooth ahead but transformatory and anew.
I don't wont to be followed. I dont want to be thrown.
I am at the start of the overdue road called recovery

I thought i was a individual. I thought I was a known.
I thought I would fight the stars. I would travel the moon
I had the grit. I had the might. I had the weapon of delights. 

I walked the talk. I talked and I walked the mob.
I thought I would grip the globe. 
I thought I would be the pioneer of the throne. 
I wanted to be the resilience rat racer 
I wanted to be the one that had the steadiest pacer

I worked tough. I negotiated tougher.
I threw my all into my job.
I battled nor a eyelid or a throbe. 

I was focused to be the best. I wanted to beat the test.
Love and friends had their gripes. They tried to distract me
They tried to undo the ripe. 

They failed. They tumbled. They went away.
They realised i had my love and joy. 
I wanted money . I wanted the career fame. 
I wanted to be happy with a pound note and commercial zane. 

When I finally saw the hues of my imaginative soy.
I realised my error and my unbaked ploy.
Work became a secondary. I wanted to play.
I wanted to have joy. I wanted company. I too wanted even a foy.

I looked around me. I startled a wee.
My world was bare. Nor was there even a slight tear.
I had reaped what I had sown.
I had plenty of money but no one to be funny.
I had the midnight shopping spree
But no one to check on me.

I wanted love but it was scarce
I wanted friendship but it appeared a farce

I saw the remains of the barren
I saw the clarity of the sudden
I realised then with a tear in my eye
I had created my world. 
I was now left with the told. 

Was it my fault or the unfolding of my fate
Should I have been more late
This would have been the ultimate trait. 
Life long turmoil and pressing emotional weight.

I decided then on. I wanted a change. 
I wanted to laugh and be merry
I stepped on the overdue road called recovery.
This was the game changing date.  
This was the date that I have circled as fate.