confidence

Getting back to the workplace after a year or two,

Waiting , hoping , to hone my skills anew,

Done with a nerve-racking interview,

I took my two-year-old to the zoo.

The peacock enclosure was dazzling , new,

Shimmering In the afternoon haze,

The magical birds shone green and blue

And purple, the children gazed.

My son stood intent, entranced,

Then, he commanded,”Peacock, dance!”

The largest woke, screeched raucously,

Spread out its gorgeous plumes, and danced!

My doubts and fears stood shamed and small

Routed by his childish glee,

If he was so unafraid of Life,

Why could I not make it dance for me?

 

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