Celebration of Destiny

By James Saunders

In times of Joy I celebrate
myself and I loathe my
existence in times of struggle.

My inspiration is divine, God-sent,
and is not of this world.

I laugh at endeavors of discomfort and harlequins of fear.

I believe that respect can only
show respect to one who is worthy
of being respected.

As a reflex, I winced at you
when you requested my trust.

I am not exactly where I want
to be in life. Often at times
my dreams seem far-fetched.

I behold a taller, stronger; smarter,
fresher, and more spiritual version
of myself. A self that has been
through the savage battle of
self-hatred and self-hindrance.

Then I know that I am destined
for greatness. And I cry which
is my way of celebrating.