Confidence can come from many sources,
something you do, your own resources.
A single word, can but inspire,
an inner glow, that raging fire.
A nod from one that you respect,
you must feel good to be select.
Strength in knowing what she overcome,
you have acquired this, it’s from your mum.
A decision you make all on your own,
whatever said, whatever tone.
Travel light, free soul and gentle,
on roller coaster known as “mental”
Someone who gets a first class degree,
Sounds like a confident person to me.
Train every day still pushing harder,
a lesser soul would raid the larder.
One word you blank is called “defeat”,
i’m confident you’ll never meet.
Go knock them out then have a dance,
bare your soul then take a chance.
Keep your confidence keep your pride
sail on in life and surf the tide.
Finally if you think all above’s not true
here take my confidence, I have in you!
copyright 2009 Mark Curtis
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
one word. Beautiful. :)