Sonnet on the Self
Yesterday found me down on my knees
Alone, with nothing but the weight I hold,
Tomorrow will find my burning, bleeding feet
From how I leapt to brush my fingers to gold.
The bar is set so high that I'd need wings-
I'd need to fly to reach the things I've dreamt.
But I wasn't born with any of those blessings;
All I have is a heart of failed attempts.
Tomorrow I'll jump, I know it could be rough.
I'll bleed, but I think I could reach the sun.
And if, when I come down, it's not enough,
I'll know it's time to take my dreams and run.
The things I want have always been so close,
And after all of this, I won't let go.
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