They say, you’re done
Crashed and ruined
At crossroads
Labelled harbinger
Of doom.
No hope or aspirations
A tail from behind.

I speak unto you
An incredible gift lies within
Diamond untouched
A force of transformation
Strive rocket high
Your space awaits

Proclaim the throne
Wash off all self pity
Clad determination
Hold your rifle
Aim for success
Embrace prosperity

Your wonders
Will be birthed to life
Many will appreciate
Your blossoming greatness.
Let courage
Silence the wet blankets.

© Joeln