Journey of Success (Sonnet)

As a butterfly soars against the wind,

Or a person finishing a contest,

Whether on a certificate or pin

Your name will always be known as the best!

Sometimes the applause overcomes a thick wall,

The roaring sounds beating against it;

The city proud, wishing that you won’t fall

When in the moment you pause, it’s a trick!

By now the sun has set and the rain is here

The wind is strong, not a soul there.

“Rough times approaching!” Passed ear to ear.

But even God can see that it’s unfair.

And though success is great the downfall isn’t.

And though your neighbors may fail, success didn’t!