The fuel of my ambition feeds a fire that drives me on, <br />Un-tempered by suggestions that somehow I don't belong. <br />Society will tell me that I am a lesser man, <br />For not adhering blindly to the corp'rate master plan. <br /> <br />Determination grows within, a source I can't explain, <br />Powered perchance from anger escalating out of pain. <br />Inflicted by the sneers of hate, which dog my ev'ry move <br />Upon this path of solitude; a point I seek to prove, <br /> <br />To those who doubt me just because they do not understand. <br />This situation different than the way they always planned, <br />And so they lash out, striking me with ridicule and shame <br />Believing that I'll change my tune before I end this game. <br /> <br />But as my Father taught me, I just turn the other cheek <br />Allowing them to fool themselves in thinking I am weak. <br />And sticking to my guns I keep right on my lonely road, <br />Still trusting to His blessing, strangely lightened by my load.<br /><br />John Roche<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lightened-by-my-load/
