I puffed and panted for my stolen crown
Bewildered why it was lost ,not found
Bemused and scared by what i’ d find
And the secrets that lay behind.
So ,what is this demon that hangs around
Feeding anguish and depression abounds.
Stealing fortunes that time cannot unwind
Fear and fate collide and are intertwined.
There is no future if fear blocks the way
With lack of confidence leading the day
It’s time to rise and reclaim the crown
Defy the odds and rise from the ground.
I am a conqueror, so sound the alarm
No more vanquished or classed as the damned.
Stepping forward to a brighter day
Defeating failure and cheerless voices and what they negatively say .
MARYANN BOSAH 