Lions

I used to be the silent type

The wallflower on the sidelines

I used to be the timid kitten

And the boring, average tabby

The type that lies around

Dreaming the day away

I used to run away from fear

Afraid to face uncertainties

Always chasing after inconsistent hopes

I used to be a kitten

 

But now I speak unashamed

And stand confident in the meadow

Now I am the lion

And uniquely patterned tiger

Fiercely chasing and catching dreams

Never wasting a moment of time

Now I bravely step into the dark

Fierce and ready to fight

Putting my trust in the pack

Now I am a lion

 

I used to be a kitten

But now I am a lion

This poem is about: 
Me

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