Unchampioning The Champion Poem by Walter T Rambwi

Sometimes I rise so high
But when I fall I hit rock bottom
I know the potential I have to be the best
Every day I nurture habits that regress my
becoming a champion


In every milieu I do not CEO myself, I create
an insidious snare for myself
Each day I dawdle even on matters that are critical
In my dilatory behavior am content, but my mental faculties become more skeptical
I doubt if I am a king, at times, my castle is like a dilapidated fort in the woods
I wrestle with fear and perfectionism in the battle I become indolent


I know I am a champion, but each day when I go out I take off my crown
Some days I wake up with the zeal to rewrite my wrongs,
But every resolution I make is like a sad
song.
Written, sung, but never danced to!


My faith vacillates between mediocrity and greatness
Life I fear losing, but I seem content with time lost
Yes, I am a champion by birth right, but to earn it there's a cost
A cost am not willing to pay, my loss is at my own detriment
Heavens gave me a cap of greatness; earth
intimidates me, whence I can't wear it
My mind is my limit.
My mind is killing the champion in me