Against the tides of I move
I strife for excellence
The wind blows hard against my temple
The whole world is against me now
Shadows trail behind me
I wish I were a lion, that my roar will be heard across worlds
I wish I were sun, and shine beyond all darkness
I will face this storm and conquer
I will stand an say, alas!
I conquer
Nice poet, and I commend your thoughts of writing. Weldone
Thank you @funshoo