In every quaking breath, as my heart trembles beneath
the weight of exhaustion evident in my weary eyes,
I found myself standing witness to the relentless winds
of pride, which fiercely clawed into the depths of my gaze.

Anticipating a vision so foreign, so unseen in my own
reflection, my breath, clinging by a thread, delicately
sampled a fleeting moment of time.
I tasted the bitterness of arrogance and promptly spat
it out with profound realization, akin to the futile act
of chewing on ginger in hopes of it turning sweet.

It is no surprise then, that for many individuals, the act
of swallowing one's pride becomes a formidable ordeal,
an immense challenge that tests the very core of their being.