Questioning myself

Been tumbled several times, 
the tears and the hemorrhage.
the catastrophe; an awful entrapment.

No pure heart is worth a failure.
Trying an interventional approach to disaster,
to apply a torque of freedom,
to stand with a pride and solemn. 

Speeches shuffle, overwhelms.
A sense of fear strikes to be cautious.
Sternum then bends, unable to be erect.
I question myself, is this worth it?
Do I deserve?

After all this, life consoles me at its best.
The reception of hope shouts into my ear.
I question myself,
should I believe in me? 
Or, give my life a second chance?