Cowering in the bath of recluse,
I pout,
hiding the much cherished trait,
watching the divine gift
dwindling away...
like the eroding mountain,
faced with the menance
acid water threats.
Wake up and brace up,
stop being dastardly
reaching a potential tires
let alone subduing it,
you're born to be great
you're here to make a name
you're here to make impact
hurdles lies ahead to overcome
popsicles will have to be broken
break that yolk of fear
smash that daunting thoughts
haunting your potential
lace your shoes and race on
display what you are made of
and you will be fulfilled.
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