No more will I allow these days to ensue,
with pangs of guilt and mediocrity.
Over things I wish I had or knew,
Where time is of the essence and utmost value.
I have wasted phases and chapters,
On fear and unnamed anxieties,
Now I stand and take the reigns,
Reach out, be proud, prevail.
Of things I’ve done, I cannot undo,
things I’ve said may rebel, unaltered,
Yet in all these I find solace in,
my ability to change, to adapt, to be graced.
Not a single breath will be spared,
On truths unchecked, unjustified,
I will muster enough strength to be,
and wake anyone who wishes not to sleep.
I take this challenge of my challenge,
Rally amidst circumstances and manacles,
Not to prove that I have power,
but to acknowledge that I am weak.
For in weakness I find myself wanting,
In wanting I find myself searching,
In searching I proceed undivided,
And in it I remain humbled.
