Tiptoes
Standing on tiptoes,
I yearn
to reach higher
than clouds
blooming
in purple blossoms.
I want to fly free -
I won’t give up.
I hear whispers
flailing
around me
touching wounds
that encumber me
in superficial shell
overflowing
with hunger
for all I can be.
I touch
the reflections
of the rain, knowing
I will once again
grasp the radiance
of my soul
as particles
of sundust
banish chill
from the air,
opening to bliss
as long
as I am willing
to exist.
Some Quit Before They Start
I cannot pretend that writing is easy
That the hours devoted are hovering around 5,000
I don't need to hear negative words from others
I have plenty of doubt in my own head
I also have something else
I have the belief, the guts, and the determination to continue
It is easy to say "I quit"
That just makes me average
I'm better than average
I won't give up