My Silent Ambition

My silent ambition,
for the better things in life; the finest things in life,
for prosperity,
for peace, tranquility,
for the things deemed as vanity,
for the dreams turned to reality,
is unspoken;
unheard of, unmentioned.
It is as silent as the dark of the nights,
silent as the shadows under the moonlights.
It treads in unheard of paths,
hidden from the plainest of sights.
It is graciously careful, not to trip and
awaken the wilds of the forests,
loud enough not to awaken they who sleep.
It is like a fire,
that doesn't crackle too loud,
or burn whatever is in it's heat.
It burns up softly yet silently,
like a gas fire that hisses,
almost passionately but burning twice faster.
It's effective; that's what it is.
Silent but effective.
It produces the desired effect.

My ambition was born in turmoil,
subjected to contempt,
grew up in shame,
trained in strain,
and left to mature in difficulty.
It is a product of patience,
but is not in itself.. because it pushes,
it fights.
It fights to become what it pleases.
It creates a want so loud in me,
but also creates a need to keep it silent.
To be patient, till the right time is nigh.

Ambition is ambition,
whether loud or silent,
realistic or unrealistic,
priceless or has a huge price to pay.
Keep stroking the flame,
whether minute, typical or immense,
till it completely burns you up,
puts you to flames,
to be.. to become.. to live.
To be the ultimate you.
Dream. Live. Repeat.
& that, Ladies and gentlemen, is
my silent ambition.