The will to succeed 

Alex Geer

As I look across a sea of faces, all I can think about is failure, 

so many minds, lost in the crowd, an eternal prison of normality.

My throat tightens, palms drip...and then I snap out of it,

a jolt of lightning coursing through my veins, forcing me to stand up and face the day.

The failures of the past push me, their whips crack against my back 

commanding me to break the chains of society.

I will make something of myself. 

Those who have beat me down and crushed my ambitions will gaze,

mouths dropped, like boots after a long days work

and eyes ablaze with jealous fire.  

Then I will know without a doubt

that I posses the will to succeed.