The Way To Our Own Divinity Poem by Margaret Alice Second

After a day in the office overheated by the autumn sun,
unbearably warm thus I find it impossible to concentrate,
feeling subdued by circumstances beyond my control - I
wanted to languish in front of the TV, when I switched
on, James Bond was winning against overwhelming odds

The well-known energising fairytale giving me courage
to face the odds in the office tomorrow, if he can ski
away from an innumerable horde trying to kill him in
an enchanted Bond-centred universe, I can face the heat
and boring documents even if I get hurt in the process

Any story reinforcing individual power is inspiring,
a celebration of individuality requiring belief only to
obtain victory, since so many of my own dreams have
come true this reminder of the miraculous nature of an
egocentric, benevolent universe in which we play

The role of our own protagonist centrally placed in this
little world, is empowering, I use these stories to keep
me chasing my dream of formulating the best ideals
then chasing them against all the odds - thank you
James Bond and Ian Fleming for creating

A modern pantheon of valiant gods to show us the
way to our own divinity!