Masked Success

It hit me hard, it hit me strong,

When I was at a path even,

Seemed to be an unpredictable nemesis,

Generating jeopardy within.

It appeared to be heinous,

An utterly ignoble soul,

It approached me with a fixed grimace,

& all my confidence stole.

Darkness spread as if evil had taken over,

There was an awkward silence,

& no soul was in sight moreover.

I experienced certain dolesomeness,

& felt my life was gone,

Then it strutted up to me, pinched me hard,

I woke up to see morn.

In broad daylight I could now see,

Beneath the creepy mask a noble face lie,

Subsequently turning back to myself,

I simply asked ’why’.

Why had I been so blind,

Not being able to recognize,

What made me stumble once,

Was but success in disguise.

Had I looked for the way up,

Than eyeing the path beneath,

I would not have been

In Nadir at present, but in Zenith.