Poem-A-Day: Day 305

Leave Nothing

The cream of the crop,
the esteemed and deemed necessary,
the unfaltering wealth
that stares down from up high,
stares down through glass ceilings,
gazes down causing fear,
petrifaction, a million Medusa gazes
stopping dreams like heart attacks,
leaving nothing but a flutter.

I take my coffee without cream,
and I deem nothing more necessary
than tenacity, and the will
to stare down the evils,
stare straight, unwavering,
able to hold the mirror in the face of evil
and behead the ideas that look to stop me,
eviscerate the reverse aim to stop me,
leaving nothing but my existence.