The Spark

Right from tender age,
A hunger lived within me,
To stand strong and be more
than a name in the crowd.

It ticked within me like a
restless clock,
Never pausing, never quiet.

So I drew a pattern in my heart,
A discipline fire,
A routine that burned through
comforts,
It stretched my bones
and shaped my will.

Moments inconvenient, but
necessary

The days i saved every token
just to rise above average

Chasing sweetness for survival
Choosing purpose over pleasure

I moved like a pendulum bulb,
back and forth, feeding my mind
with fragments of business talk.

Then one day came,

a sentence found me
And refused to let go:
"If you want to make fortunes,

start selling
something today."

So the spark to attract souls,
with the same pursuit rise in me,
and more tasks climb over the other.

The fragile days of learning
shaped my desire into something
shining.

The skill, the craft.
A road map I walked through
in whole
From lessons, failures, and all

tightening turned
that shaped my mind.

I became a complete
figure of growth,
not a mediocre

That single spark transforms
me into a visionary
and not a slave of my own
image.
©️ Asmau's pen 🖊