I wish someone could suddenly, somehow, see
the me that I know I could someday be,
instead of this lame, lonely “wannabe,”
instead of the geek, who stares back at me
from the tech screen, reflecting.
I wear a façade, when I go out the door.
I try to blend in, but it’s such a great bore,
because the real me is so very much more,
than the tedious covering that mantles my core.
Nonetheless, I keep hiding.
Why should I give to others such power over me,
that I limit myself to just what they see,
when, alas, I am nothing, if I can’t be me,
true to my nature, not my own enemy,
cringing and cowering?
Where is bravery, when I need to take a bold hand?
Where is confidence hiding? More courage to stand?
Why am I always following, and not in command?
This is not the grand destiny that I have planned.
For what am I waiting?
I must realize, in fact, what this quest is about:
slaying my dragons of fear, and of doubt,
battling imaginings, stubborn and stout.
There is no ragged barrier that I can’t surmount,
if I just start challenging.
So, my mission, for me, is abundantly clear.
Gauntlets of chain mail, I don’t need to wear.
Toward my goal, toward my victory, I need to steer,
unrelentingly onward, and upward from here,
dauntless and daring.
I may fumble, while gaming. I may have some false starts.
But, I might just succeed, if I don’t lose my heart.
So, I’ll reset my efforts, only saving what’s smart.
Success isn’t mystery; that’s only a part
of victoriously living.
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