It

Tumbling. Falling. Bruised and Tattered.
It gets up again and fights.
It searches for its calling.
It does not indulge in pity.
It does not wallow in its own plight.
It seeks its wings.
It takes the plunge.
It enjoys every moment...
of the lonesome flight.
It searches for shadows.
It enjoys the sweats.
It basks in the glory.
It challenges the threats.
It never gets down
when the wind goes the other way.
It discovers its own sky.
It charters its own path.
A Lonely warrior.
It soars and flies
It doesn't care what the others say.
A Winner. A Doer. A Dreamer ...
they follow IT.
The sound of their own heart.
Have you heard your own thump..
close your eyes..
go for IT..