Monday, August 24, 2009

Rise to the Occasion

The tide is turning
Are you prepared?
The dawn of day comes
Are you scared?

Confidence it will be
The key of fortitude
Zoned-in on the prize
Utilizing my aptitude

Countess hours, days
Time under shutter
Furiously working
Chancing for a muster

Failures have taught
A distasteful lesson
Nonetheless needed
The future now beckons

Am I ready?
To step into the light?
Courage cometh now
I yearn for a good fight

The task is at hand
Work is surely cut out
Up for the challenge
Not shall I pout

A hard fought match
I intend to defeat
Fears, doubts
Pain I will unseat

The dark of night
Scares me no more
Stepping into the light
My wings will soar

The duel awaits
In the driver's seat
I shall conquer
Obliterating the feat.

2 comments:

Rachana said...

The dark of night
Scares me no more
Stepping into the light
My wings will soar

I love these lines, it paints a nice picture in my mind.

Poetikat said...

A really positive poem, Quackster. I like the feeling.

Kat