SONG OF TRIUMPH

I have lost, I have toiled. I have wept within the confinements of my resting place. I have been challenged by life, but I have fought back with the help of the divine. I have been stabbed in the back, but my arms lengthened to pull the knife out. You see, this is the understanding of a humble beginning. I was the crawling child, the staggering child that struggled to find its balance, with curiosity, failure, wins, and experiences. I am the acorn, I am the mustard seed. All that is needed to create my legacy was deposited in the vaults of my soul long before time, In a realm where our souls go to rest. As each day begins and ends, I climb the hills of life, to reach the top. Another goal that must be completed in this lifetime, so I climb, with bruised knees and callused hands. This is my journey. I carry the touch with me, and soon, it’ll be impossible not to see me. A city set on a hill, that cannot be hidden. I have been the crawling child for so long, and before you know it, I will become the Olympian on the podium, gold on neck, appreciation In hand. My failures have made room for growth and changes. My failures have prepared the path for my wins to come. I am inevitable. I am life, I am vitality, I am, the blazing sun.

— Tolú