Ike’s Eulogy to Pride
Pride, You have ruined enough.
You are not welcome here.
Gone are the times I turned to you.
I am not that eight year old boy anymore …
Breathe
Breathe was a poem I wrote when I started to feel as if everything around me was going downhill but in reality it wasn’t. My anxiety was so high that every little mistake…
“Wake up April is almost over. It’s playoff time….”
Failure is seen as a reflection of one’s performance when in reality it is a test of one’s resilience and drive to push through and move forward.
