In the depths of the web, where shadows crawl,
Lurk the trolls with venom, their words a brawl.
They follow like ghosts, unseen yet loud,
Their whispers a storm, their laughter a cloud.
They hurl their disdain, try to rip you apart,
Tearing the fabric of a creator’s heart.
They mock every thought, degrade every line,
As if their sourness could tarnish the shine.
Their joy lies in wreckage, in making you small,
Feeding on doubts, watching you fall.
With bitterness flowing in every word,
Their voices are sharp, though often unheard.
Yet here you stand, swished and swashed through the strain,
Spun in their madness, spun in their rain.
Like a washing machine that tumbles you round,
They hope you’ll be crushed, lost, never found.
But little they know of the fire you hold,
In the heat of their hate, you rise uncontrolled.
They dry you with scorn, wrinkle-free you emerge,
Reborn from the flame, from the chaos and surge.
For every harsh jab that they blindly throw,
Is heat to the forge where your strength will grow.
Their insults are hammers that shape the steel,
And with every strike, your true edge they reveal.
Let them degrade, let them jeer from afar,
Their words are mere sparks, but you’re the star.
Their sourness is fleeting, like smoke in a forge,
While you rise from the flame, your path to engorge.
For the brand you’ve built, though pushed to the side,
Cannot be tarnished by their venomous tide.
It stands tall in the storm, unwavering, bright,
And it will shine, long after their night.
So let them spin their web of disdain,
Their words are just wind, hollow and vain.
For when the tumble is over, when the heat’s at its peak,
You rise wrinkle-free, no longer weak.
You’ll smile through their sour, through all their decay,
For their hate is the fire that clears the way.
And the happiness wrecked? It returns with might,
Like a finished sword, gleaming in the light.
So here’s to the trolls, the spiteful, the small,
Who try to bring down, yet can never make you fall.
For in their attempt to make your work cease,
They forge a new you, stronger, at peace.
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Love this, John! Very powerful! 👏 👏
Thank you very much, Laura! I greatly appreciate it, and I’m glad it resonated with you. 😎
It did so much! Can’t let the naysayers get us down. 😊 have a great day!
You’re absolutely right! You have a great day as well. 😎
“They hurl their disdain”…. very cool!
Linda xx
Thank you very much, Linda! 😎
My pleasure, have a wonderful weekend ahead!
Thank you very much! Wishing you an amazing weekend as well. 😎
Great Poem … It perfectly captures how challenges can become fuel for growth.
Thank you very much, Willie! I’m glad the poem resonated with you. Challenges often do become the fuel for growth, and I wanted to capture that transformation. I appreciate your kind words! I hope you have a great night! 😎