If only you were beneath my feet

And I didn’t care about what you say

How many dreams have I let go?

When I released my soul your way

However now, I won’t despair

Holding on to my soul and costume gear

My first battle ahead marching on

First strike made against my ear

You pick my weakest point at first

Followed with my one true passion

Words spurting to tear my ego

My shield lashing out in precise fashion

Second strike towards my childhood

My heart-given talent I had hidden

“Third attack was last attempt,” I said

“My buried writing has risen.”

You’re never too old to start over. Put fear behind.
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