Making My Own Luck

Making My Own Luck

I stand steady, roots deep in the ground,

Not waiting for luck to turn around.

Each step I take, my own design,

Strength not borrowed, strength is mine.

No glittering promise, no fleeting glow,

Just quiet power I’ve come to know.

Through every shadow, every strain,

I rise again, I break the chain.

Storms may come and winds may roar,

But I hold firm to what’s at my door.

Not chasing chance or lucky stars,

I build my fate from who I am.

No handouts given, no fate’s demand,

I shape my life with my own hand.

And in this quiet, steady fight,

I claim my space, I own my light.