The Return of the True Trim
They write me off when I'm down
say it's my place to underachieve
some say it to the point it's what I believe
putting belief in me makes a rumbling sound
fires deep down in me fire up breeding heat
self doubt annoys me up out of my seat
as the fury spreads new motive's found
when my thoughts obsess over the grief
and suddenly tricks pour from out my sleeve
surging tech tonic energy gains ambitious growls
shifting my focus positive with the air I breathe
and down from the bottom the tension relieves
thus propelling a catapult force up at the clouds
and I morph from my written off rock bottom seed
into a Superman circumnavigating the seas
killing the silent shy recluse now shouting loud
I may fall down, but I'm never out
and that means never, I love the doubt,
it's the start of the best I house,
I love silencing doubting mouths
Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2021
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