Today, while I was being told I wasn’t good enough.
I had an epiphany.
The beating of my heart was like a poem to me.
“I am my own man.”
I am an entity with charred lungs and yet my tongue loves to sing.
I am an ego infused with desire.
How dare you limit me?
I’m a joyful spirit.
Transcendant and overcoming death.
A loner who feels no social pains.
I have no friends but I have this sword.
I will continue to overcome even if you think this burden is too much to bear.
(C) A.R. Minhas