Beating The Odds Poem by Stella Sisanda Qishi

There were times when inspiration became sparse,
When rte closest people to me derided me,
Calling my attempts stagnant dreams,
Frivolous dreams

There were times when I could no longer
Keep up with the sarcasm, when I could no longer
Placate my weeping heart
I almost let the bitter flays get the better of me

I searched for sojourn
And found peace in letting go
I sought for asylum
And found a home in independency
Now as I read comments and messages
Sent by those who share the same passion about poetry
I am delighted to say
“I Have Made It! ”