WHEN SUCCESS COMES

I'm a writer — I write

But you say I'm a puppy — I've got no bite. 

I'm a champion — I ride without pedals. 

Yet you say I'm a loser — I've got no medals. 

You sit and judge

While I work and forge

You die in grudge

While I failure dodge. 

Today I'm down, tomorrow I'll rise

I failed you say, but now I'm wise

I strife today, but for a price

Success: the whole, not a slice. 

Success is like whirlwind

No force on earth can rescind

It drums beats without bands

Carves images without hands. 

It jumps where men cannot stand

Weaves magic with but one strand

Matches fearlessly into any land

And not even 'you' can understand. 

Today, I hit hard on the door of success

For soon, I know she'll come. 

And when she comes, I'll silence my critics

Birthing writes with an undying ink. 

©2016 CHIDUBEM N.J 

Special appreciation to Ezinne Udeogalanya for being part-inspiration of this poem.