Triumph Poem by Kimberley Myles

I’m bound
Off to the races
Can’t take names
Remember faces

Won’t waste another day
Wandering - which way -
Time to open the flew
And breathe a few

I’m armed
A legend of will
Through with sitting
I can’t keep still

There’s something inside astir
That’s itching bad to occur
Nothing will do to bide time
This job’s mine - this story is mine

I’m free
For which I’ll fight
I want to do
Feel and be what’s right

I’ve made it this far I know
Been long and more to go
Just having a choice
Gives my triumph a voice

I won’t fear this thing
Today I will sing