Recognition

The silent cheers sicken me, my presence denied

I hope that scope and seasoning embellish my mind

Augment my arsenal and war my disdain

In the chambers of neigh Sayers let boredom sustain.

The lack of skill and timing tortures my dream

From ambition and destination I’m caught in between.

Maybe in time ill dance within that vector of fire

Filled with the gusto that adventure requires,

Then maybe my potential gains the respect I desire

And my Icy cold hide can shed its detest for the fire.

I think it betrays my vision how Idle I gaze

Stagnant, stood still, catching an eye full of days.

Observing life from distance, learning lack in an instant

The desire to breath burns me, yearning like and infant.

My presence on that pedestal is written in stars

I’m whittling, working hard till its filling my heart

Right in spirit, right in mind, right in body and soul

That with the fire in me the world will acknowledge my goal.

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