Crowned

In the heat of the moment,

At the feet of necessity,

The light is bright all ‘round,

A million capable souls surround me;

Their is trouble in the air,

Who knows from where it came,

The most suited must be found,

And be crowned with weighty responsibility,

And they--

And they turn to me;

And I --

And I step forward;

I am ready.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741