Thought you could keep me down,
Dull the shine of my crown,
But I am more than a conqueror.
Thought you'd stand in my way then cheer for me after.
You don't think I saw you celebrate my every disaster?
But I am more than a conqueror.
I stood strong.
Labored hard and long.
I stuck it out and hung on throughout this trial by fire.
Fueled by passion, dreams, and desire.
Though the journey lead to a winding path,
Twists and turns, drowning in your wrath,
I am more than a conqueror.
The light at the end of the tunnel is blinding.
I'm near the end now, and myself I am finding.
Turns out that I am more than a conqueror.
About the Creator
Dee Meinville
"If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more."- Mr. Knightley, Austen's Emma
Struggling med student, tortured soul (what poetess isn't), devoutly Catholic. I write to express what goes unsaid and to stand for the voiceless.
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