The Desk of Determination
Beneath the lamp’s unwavering light,
You rise to conquer every night.
Not with noise or grand display,
But quiet steps that pave your way.
Sticky notes like battle flags wave,
Reminders that you must be brave.
Each scribbled line, each numbered goal—
A stepping stone toward your role.
The laptop hums with guiding sound,
A mentor’s voice, so deeply bound.
To lessons learned and dreams unseen,
To all you’ll be, and all you’ve been.
No crowd to cheer, no stage to claim,
Yet here you play the noblest game.
The game of will, of grit and grind,
Of pushing past a tired mind.
So hold that pen with steady grace,
You’re not just running in a race.
You build a life with every page—
A silent roar, a quiet rage.
And when the world one day will see,
The heights you reached silently,
They’ll never know how bright it burned—
The flame within, the fight you earned.
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