So, a poem on being done with it all, except greatness…

I’m fed up,

I’m done, but not finished.

I can no longer hold back.

There is greatness inside of me.

I am too sparkly to be dulled.

There are too many good ideas.

Many great theories to share.

I can no longer quell them.

Ineptness from “superiors” drains me.

So, no more talking the talk.

I have emerged from a fog.

Decades in the making.

Perfecting my walk to the beacon of light.

Away from things unfulfilling.

My head pounds with intensity

I won’t stop.

No feeble excuses.

I will be the audiobook to hear.

Doubters beware.

I’m on my way.

In a big way…



copyright April 6, 2019

3 Comments Add yours

  1. pvcann says:

    I love that line “I will be the audio book to hear” in particular. Embodying


    1. Thank you so much! If we don’t believe in ourselves, who will:)

      Liked by 1 person

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