They say destiny favors the chosen.
But destiny has never favored me.
It watched as I stumbled in the dark,
Laughed as I reached for dreams that crumbled like ash.
I have tasted the bitterness of failure,
Felt the cold grip of insignificance tighten around my throat.
Yet, within that suffocating silence… something awoke.
A hunger.
A fire that no gift, no blessing could ever grant.
If the heavens deny me their light,
Then I shall rise as the darkness they fear.
If talent is a crown for the few,
Then I will forge my own throne from the bones of my limits.
Let the world turn its back on me.
Let the stars look down with scorn.
I will climb from this abyss,
Not as a hero bathed in glory…
But as the storm that shatters their illusion of order.