That’s been a huge part of my career thus far.
But I don't want to be a cheerleader anymore;
I'd rather be a rocketship right after launch,
right before it explodes into a million particles.
I'll also morph into an angry swan,
protecting my nest which is near a swamp
full of angry alligators, and coyotes who can't swim.
After every hardship, I remind myself
that this is not the end, because
only the end is the end, right?