Like a petulant child
I want just the toy
That I have been told
I can't have right now
I stomp my feet
I scream, but to no avail
I want just the toy
That I have been told
I can't have right now
I stomp my feet
I scream, but to no avail
Then the adult ego in me
Rears it's head and
Brings fits of anger, saying
How dare you point out
That I am not good enough
That I am not ready
Rears it's head and
Brings fits of anger, saying
How dare you point out
That I am not good enough
That I am not ready
Followed by sadness and despair
That it has all been for nothing
All the efforts down the drain
Only a long foggy road ahead
A heavy burden on my shoulders
No respite, no end in sight
But then the inner spirit
Reminds me to pause
Step back and reflect
Just breathe in and out
Think about what I really want
And calm descends upon me
I separate controllables
From uncontrollables
Just like wheat from chaff
I get up, determined
To keep moving forward
Because I am undefeated
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