If I must do much more than I expect,
And live a life I long for but still doubt,
Then how must I resist the disrespect
And all the short dismissals handed out
To those who look much less than what they are?
How can I power through the angry looks
Of those who think I'm capable by far
Of less than writing poems, reading books?
Come now, you world of stiflers and snakes
Who strike at weakness, turn it into shame.
Leave well alone the warrior who awakes,
And will not let the world remain the same.
If I am meant for so much more than this,
You may attack my soul, but you will miss.
postscript
Day 29.