When It Just Won'T Poem by Timothy Branch

Different never happens, when it just won't.
Different outcomes never happen, when it just won't
Without resistance, endurance, and persistence competition idly stands by.
Competition is a fighting adversary of ones fear.
Wrestling spoils from clinced fists, just won't happen when
Fear has ensnared you.
Orders to fight a fixed fight come directly to you.
But echoes of frightening voices, oppose you.
Footsteps multiplied by the stillness of quietness magnify visions of your loss. Fearful of questions
Those voices kill you.
Stifle your will to struggle and win.
Fear wins.
Awaken, do so quickly.
It just won't happen unless you breakthough.
You must move beyond the sorrowful, critical faces of men.
If you don't it just won't happen.