Passing Through

Although my light has shown,
And continues to clear my path.
There are those who stand by watching,
Without a firm grasp on a task...
Or one cared enough to master.

And I hold onto my light so tight.
Even in the darkest of night,
It is in my sight and delivers...
A sight that builds my appetite,
To 'hear' the jeers and whispers!

I snack on that as motivation swells.
An act that attracts my vocation to excell.
And I wont stop to dwell on diminished insight.
Not as bright as I keep my light burning!

I don't mind passing through them.
To hear of recipes that screwed him...
Or her!
I just don't want them blocking my way!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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