The Chip on the Shoulder

My inner confidence

of my sense of individualism will,

and always be a part of me.

Through hardships and strives.

As a chip on my shoulder -

with me it companioned

through darkness, through triumphs,

and through all of my ordeals.

With me, as the years passed -

it grew ever stronger.

Burgeoning like a flower in bloom,

attracting the bees of life.