I ain’t perfect, I ain’t ever going to be perfect. As I try to break the curse, I put my hope on stoicism, until all the struggle corrodes, and all the hurt and tear evaporates.
I fail, when I do– I never shied the wisdom from failure. I fill in the courage to wake up every day, for a new beginning. I get up, I get out, I look close, and only at those, who never balk when they hit their low.
As I challenge my norm, I fight every minute, every second to embrace the change. When my diffidence attempts to knock my spirit of endurance– I turn the light of hope into a fire of spirit, I turn the kicks of stall into the power of now, I turn the weight of surmise into the wings of reality. As I ascend–I reign as a queen, A queen, who'll never be defeated by defeat.