#WritcoPoemPrompt60
Ignore those who always belittle and trivialize.
As long as grass still grows and birds still flies,
The ridicule of others is nothing but words.
So, pace yourself, take your time, and lie low.
The fruits of your labour will eventually show.
Let them mock, let them sneer, let them call you slow,
For they don't see the seeds that you're destined to sow.
With each quiet step, with each thoughtful pause,
You're building your strength without any applause.
Their voices may echo, but they can't define
The depth of your spirit, the strength that's divine.
In the quiet of patience, in the depth of your soul,
You're carving a path to make yourself whole.
So, walk with your head high, ignore their dismay,
For the fruit of your labor will brighten your day.
The winds of their judgment will eventually cease,
And you'll stand in the glow of your hard-won peace.
And when the sun rises, casting light on your way,
The shadows of doubt will be swept far away.
Those who once...