A Sonnet of Confidence

I used to march without a sense of pride And never held myself with high esteem. Appeasing everybody else’s dream, I’d lose the battle fighting for their side. I was a soldier, blank and hazy-eyed. My heart would stop and start and wait and scream Because the fight would not ignite a beam And leave me dark – a fight with strength denied. But now, I’ll bid that weak design adieu. Remove the shield that reaches from the past And let my heart be stabbed with Wisdom’s dagger. I now must run with strength in every shoe And fight so that my will is not the last. I’ll redefine what it means to have “swagger.”