Dean's Introspection and Poetry

Unyielding Resolved

Now, I find myself uncertain,
My wishes remain unfulfilled, yet the blame is mine to bear.
Thoughts swirl in my mind,
"What am I truly doing here?"
Amidst this treatment, this environment,
I question my purpose, my intentions unclear.

As memories replayed, the dilemma deepened,
A sickness of the heart, doubt took hold.
"Could I truly be mistaken?"
Have I been blind to this truth alone?
An outsider in a town of normalcy,
Those words linger, unyielding, untold.

Though I possessed arguments aplenty,
I struggled to voice them with ease.
Lost in a dream, a naive adult,
Reality obscured, hard to perceive.
The notion that my lifelong path,
May lead to a precipice, gnawed at me.

A decision had to be made,
Accept the doubts, as others proclaim,
Or persist in my unwavering belief,
Until the very end, unswayed.
Amidst it all, I discovered,
I was as stubborn as my mother claimed.

"Indeed," I declared,
A resolve to fight and believe.
The eyes that once held disdain,
Now flickered with a touch of glee.
They seemed to say,
"Merely by observing, failure is foreseen."

Yet, in defiance, I whispered,
"No. I was not wrong."
I dismissed their words,
Indignation my driving force, strong.
"What's so wrong with it?"
"Be realistic," they urged,
But that's not facing reality,
It's surrender, a compromise absurd.

Those individuals fear failure,
Abandoning challenges, they retreat.
But I, I was right,
I did not compromise, nor did I admit defeat.
You see, it is you who are mistaken,
Attempting to belittle my quest.
Anxiety clashes with certainty,
As I walk my chosen path, confident and blessed.

In the face of stubbornness, indignation, and conviction,
I embrace the path I've paved, my own choosing.
No longer swayed by the doubts of others,
I walk with confidence, my spirit refusing to be bruising.