Since I was just a child,
With dreams as big as the sky,
I trained each day in silence,
As the years slipped slowly by.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Early mornings greeted me,
With the cold bite of dawn,
While others still lay sleeping,
I pushed myself and carried on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Every muscle, every breath,
A testament to my drive,
I honed my skills with purpose,
To make my dreams come alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The sweat that fell, the blisters,
The nights of endless strain,
Were stepping stones I conquered,
To master through the pain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Each setback taught me patience,
Each failure made me strong,
I knew my moment waited,
And I\u2019d reach it before long.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Years turned into decades,
Dedication, pure and true,
I sacrificed so much for this,
My focus never withdrew.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And now the day has broken,
My heart beats fierce and fast,
The moment I’ve been waiting for,
Has finally come at last.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With every fiber of my being,
I rise to meet this test,
The world holds its breath with me,
As I give it all my best.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My body moves in rhythm,
With precision and with grace,
A lifetime of devotion,
Etched clearly on my face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No doubts, no fears, no shadows,
Just the light of what I’ve sown,
In this one, singular moment,
My true self is finally shown.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And as I cross the finish,
Or hear the final cheer,
I know the journey’s meaning,
Is crystal, perfect, clear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For in the heart of effort,
In the striving, in the climb,
I\u2019ve found my deepest purpose,
And it\u2019s worth every single time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
by walking shadow poetry Kenya.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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