I feel fulfilled at the news of my successes
I celebrate so much not minding my excesses
The instant rush of excitement and anxiety
Leave me to worry if the world is really free of cruelty

I was not raised in comfort, ignore my face
I was not formed with ease maybe it's a matter of grace
I am made of storms and a fire, well lit
All that should have broken me but it never did

I am not a regular person, I am not ordinary
Went through thicks and thins even though it was scary
I did not cry neither did I stay glued to a chair
For I desire to sit with kings and be honoured by their heir(s)

Cosmic and silver lined dreams
Crisscrossed shade and sunny gleams
Crossing the valleys and the streams
And arising from the city that dreams

Finally, I can celebrate very loud
But then a voice screams to me aloud
Must you announce your feats so loud
Instantly, I felt a pang of pain and disappointment
Like I have denied failure some sort of commitment

Is this actually true?
For I see myself in a different hue
Even when I know what I do is right
I feel scared by the darkness of the night

Don't let that inner voice scare you
From celebrating your dreams come true
Your soul is sweet and your personality is amazing
Your heart is pure and your mind is fascinating

Celebrate yourself when you succeed
You did a lot so, success is your right
You struggled with all your might
So celebrate even your littlest breakthrough


© Bilqees Olowu🌹